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Blessed Exchequer, forgive us. 

Your children have gone astray.

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"You don't understand. 

Ferengi workers don't want to stop the exploitation. 

We want to find a way to become the exploiters."

- Future Grand Nagus Rom, responding to Bashir's suggestion that he form a union

(Brunt is giving Quark a pedicure.) 

QUARK: 

Financial advisor? I don't know. 

BRUNT: 

I do have lots of connections on Ferenginar. 

QUARK: 

I don't need your connections. As Nagus, people will be lining up to do business with me. You missed a spot. 

BRUNT: 

I'm sure there must be something I can do to change your mind. 

QUARK: 

Possibly. 

BRUNT: 

Would forty bricks of gold pressed latinum do the trick? 

QUARK: 

No. But seventy would. 

BRUNT: 

Fifty.

QUARK: 

Sixty. 

BRUNT: 

Done. If you'll sign this. 

QUARK: 

What is it? 

BRUNT: 

A receipt. 

QUARK: 

For a bribe? 

BRUNT: 

Surely you're aware of the new regulation making all bribes tax deductible. 

QUARK: 

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Did you just use the T word? 

BRUNT: 

You mean tax? 

QUARK: 

Are you telling me there are T's on Ferenginar? 

BRUNT: 

You haven't been keeping up with the latest reforms, have you? 

Zek instituted progressive income tax three months ago. 

QUARK: 

You call that a reform? Taxes go against the very spirit of free enterprise. That's why they call it free. 

BRUNT: 

The government needed revenues to fund the new social programmes. Wage subsidies for the poor, retirement benefits for the aged, health care for 

QUARK: 

Stop, stop, stop! I had no idea things had gotten so bad. This is all Moogie's fault. She's been polluting Zek's mind with notions of equality and compassion. Whatever happened to survival of the fittest? Whatever happened to the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer? Whatever happened to pure, unadulterated greed? 

BRUNT: 

Things change. 

QUARK: 

And they're going to change back. The first thing I'm going to do is eliminate these so called reforms, before Ferenginar ends up looking like a Federation planet. 

BRUNT: 

Oh, I'm not sure the Congress of Economic Advisors will approve. 

QUARK: 

I don't care who they are or what they are. As Nagus, I can do what I want. 

BRUNT: 

Not anymore. All regulations proposed by the Nagus have to be ratified by the Congress before they become law. You'll still be a powerful man. I wouldn't be sucking up to you otherwise. 

(Quark kneels in front of his idol.) 

QUARK: 

Blessed Exchequer, forgive us. 

Your children have gone astray.

(Coming up the stairs.) 

QUARK: 

Did you know this Congress of Economic Meddlers actually passed legislation making monopolies illegal? What's the point of being in business if you can't corner the market and gouge your customers? 

ROM: 

There's something to be said for keeping prices down by ensuring healthy competition. So what are you going to do with the bar? 

QUARK: 

You can't even dump industrial waste anymore because it might harm the natural habitat. I'm supposed to start worrying about animals now? Look how they live, wallowing in dirt, sleeping in trees. That's not natural. 

ROM: 

I suppose you could argue that Ferenginar's biodiversity is a precious resource that belongs to everyone. So, what are you going to do with the bar? 

QUARK: 

And don't even get me started about this whole labour rights thing. What have we come to if you can't demand sexual favors from people in your employ? 

ROM: 

Unharassed workers are productive workers. So, what are you going to do with the bar? 

QUARK: 

Sell it. What would I want with it anymore? 

ROM: 

I'll give you five thousand bars of latinum and not one slip more. 

QUARK: 

That's reasonable. 

ROM: 

It is? 

QUARK: 

I'm telling you, Rom, our people have lost their way. 

ROM: 

I just happen to have a contract right here. 

QUARK: 

I read a report that over forty percent of the population no longer believes that you have to buy your way into the Divine Treasury when you die. 

ROM: 

Can I have your thumbprint here, please? 

QUARK: 

They don't teach children the Rules of Acquisition anymore. 

(Quark imprints the PADD.) 

ROM: 

And another print here. 

QUARK: 

There's a disease spreading through Ferengi society. 

It's making us soft. 

(Print.) 

ROM: 

The five thousand has been transferred to your account. It was a pleasure doing business with you. 

QUARK: 

Five thousand? 

ROM: 

I thought you were going to hold me up for at least eight. 

QUARK: 

I didn't even haggle with you. 

ROM: 

I know. It really threw me off. 

QUARK: 

What's wrong with me? 

ROM: 

Don't worry, brother. You're going to be so rich, what's a few thousand bars of latinum? 

QUARK: 

I've been infected, too. I haven't raised prices in months. I've even been considering letting the dabo girls keep most of their tips. I've gone soft! 

ROM: 

I kind of like you better this way. 

QUARK: 

I don't. And I'm going to do something about it. This disease has got to be stopped before it destroys everything Ferenginar stands for. If Zek wants me to be Nagus, he's going to have to let me do things my way. Or else, I'll turn down the job! 

ROM: 

Are you serious? 

QUARK: 

You bet I am. 

ROM: 

But being Nagus will make you rich. 

QUARK: 

I don't care. 

I won't preside over the demise of Ferengi civilisation. 

Not me. 

The line has to be drawn here. 

This far and no further!

The Hunter and The Goddess

" As a virgin, Artemis had interested many gods and men, but only her hunting companion, Orion, won her heart. 

Orion was accidentally either by Artemis or by Gaia.

Alpheus, a river god, was in love with Artemis, but he realizes that he can do nothing to win her heart. So he decides to capture her. Artemis, who is with her companions at Letrenoi, goes to Alpheus, but, suspicious of his motives, she covers her face with mud so that the river god does not recognize her. In another story, Alphaeus tries to rape Artemis' attendant Arethusa. Artemis pities Arethusa and saves her by transforming Arethusa into a spring in Artemis' temple, Artemis Alphaea in Letrini, where the goddess and her attendant drink.

Bouphagos, the son of the Titan Iapetos, sees Artemis and thinks about raping her. Reading his sinful thoughts, Artemis strikes him at Mount Pholoe.

Sipriotes is a boy, who, either because he accidentally sees Artemis bathing or because he attempts to rape her, is turned into a girl by the goddess.

The childhood of Artemis is not fully related in any surviving myth. The Iliad reduced the figure of the dread goddess to that of a girl, who, having been thrashed by Hera, climbs weeping into the lap of Zeus.

A poem of Callimachus to the goddess "who amuses herself on mountains with archery" imagines some charming vignettes: according to Callimachus, at the age of three years, Artemis, while sitting on the knee of her father, Zeus, asked him to grant her six wishes: 

to remain always a virgin; 

to have many names to set her apart from her brother Apollo; 

to be the Phaesporia or Light Bringer; 

to have a bow and arrow and a knee-length tunic so that she could hunt; 

to have sixty "daughters of Okeanos", all nine years of age, to be her choir; 

and for twenty Amnisides Nymphs as handmaidens to watch her dogs and bow while she rested. 

She wished for no city dedicated to her, but to rule the mountains, and for the ability to help women in the pains of childbirth.

Artemis believed that she had been chosen by the Fates to be a midwife, particularly since she had assisted her mother in the delivery of her twin brother, Apollo [work that one out...].

All of her companions remained virgins, and Artemis closely guarded her own chastity. 

Her symbols included the golden bow and arrow, the hunting dog, the stag, and The Moon. 

Callimachus tells how Artemis spent her girlhood seeking out the things that she would need to be a huntress, how she obtained her bow and arrows from the isle of Lipara, where Hephaestus and the Cyclops worked.

Okeanus' daughters were filled with fear, but the young Artemis bravely approached and asked for bow and arrows. 

Callimachus then tells how Artemis visited Pan, the god of the forest, who gave her seven bitches and six dogs. 

She then captured six golden-horned deer to pull her chariot. Artemis practiced with her bow first by shooting at trees and then at wild beasts. "

Rogue One : You're in the Maquis Now, Boy

"You'll be Free, or Die!"

- Harriet "Moses" Tubman

Rogue One : Rebellions are Built on Hope

"Comrades! 

The insurrection of five kulak districts should be pitilessly suppressed. The interests of the whole revolution require this because ‘the last decisive battle’ with the kulaks is now under way everywhere. 

An example must be demonstrated.

1. Hang (and make sure that the hanging takes place in full view of the people) no fewer than one hundred known landlords, rich men, bloodsuckers.

2. Publish their names.

3. Seize all their grain from them.

4. Designate hostages in accordance with yesterday’s telegram.

Do it in such a fashion that for hundreds of kilometres around the people might see, tremble, know, shout: “they are strangling, and will strangle to death, the bloodsucking kulaks”.

Telegraph receipt and implementation.

Yours, Lenin.

Find some truly hard people”

KIRA: 

You're really not cut out for this, are you? 

Being a terrorist, I mean. 

You're not very good at it. 

RIKER: 

Really? 

KIRA: 

You're acting more like a Starfleet officer who's more interested in intelligence reports and Cardassian politics than in actually hurting Cardassians. You have one of the most powerful ships in this quadrant under your command. Why aren't you out attacking every Cardassian outpost along the border? 

RIKER: 

Because these stakes here are far greater than border outposts. 

KIRA:

Not for the Maquis, there're not, because the Maquis are terrorists and the only thing terrorists care about is attacking the enemy. 

I know. 

I was a terrorist. 

And if I'd had this ship then, I would've destroyed Deep Space Nine. 

I would've hit the Cardassians so hard they would have screamed for peace, but I certainly wouldn't have gone flying off into the middle of Cardassia on some wild goose chase. 

RIKER: 

I guess we're different kinds of terrorists. 

KIRA: 

No, you're trying to be a hero. 

Terrorists don't get to be heroes. 

RIKER: 

We'll see.

The Sun King

Here Comes The Sun King

Apollo

Prince from Another Planet

MICHAEL (mi-kai-el)

Ha-la, Kal-El!

Freddie Freeman

Captain Marvel Jr.

In the Arms of Orion, tonight

The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang

My Crown is called Content, a Crown that seldom Kings enjoy

Christ is The King

The King of Rock & Roll

The Heir to the Line of Aaron

True Priest

Of the Tribe of Levis

Scion of Memphis

A Priest Forever of the Order of Melchizedek

Elvis Aron Presley

and God Gave Rock n' Roll to You II

There are Heroes on Both Sides. Evil is Everywhere.

There are Heroes on Both Sides. 
Evil is Everywhere.


"The Techno Union Army eeeeng ooooogn uuuuuugn iiiiing eeeeng is at your disposal Count"

"The Banking Clan will sign your treaty" 

He is The Chosen One.

He will bring Balance.

SISKO : 
Do you know what The Trouble is? 

KIRA : 
….no. 

SISKO : 
The Trouble is Earth. 

KIRA : 
Really? 

SISKO : 
On Earth there is no poverty, 

no crime, no war. 
You look out the window 

of Starfleet Headquarters 

and You see Paradise. 
Well, it's easy to be A Saint in Paradise, 

but The Maquis Do Not Live in Paradise. 
Out there in The Demilitarised Zone, 

all the problems haven't been solved yet. 

Out there, there are no saints, just people. 
Angry, scared, determined people 

who are going to do 

whatever it takes to survive 

whether it meets with 

Federation approval or not. 

KIRA : 
Makes sense to me. 

SISKO : 
I'm glad someone understands. 



SISKO:
 Mister Eddington. I have just one question. Why? 

EDDINGTON [on monitor]: 
Will knowing my personal motivation change anything at this point? 

SISKO: 
No, I don't suppose it will. 

EDDINGTON [on monitor]: 
Then let's table that for now. The only reason I've contacted you is to ask you to leave us alone. Our quarrel is with the Cardassians, not the Federation. Leave us alone and I can promise you you'll never hear from the Maquis again. 

SISKO: 
Unless you see another shipment you want to hijack. 

EDDINGTON [on monitor]: 
You keep sending replicators to Cardassia and you're going to have a lot more to worry about than hijackings. 

SISKO: 
I don't respond well to threats. I thought you would know that by now. But I'm beginning to see that you don't know me at all. 

EDDINGTON 
[on monitor]: 
I know you. 
I was like you once, but then I opened my eyes. 
Open your eyes, Captain. 

Why is the Federation so obsessed about the Maquis? 
We've never harmed you, and yet we're constantly arrested and charged with terrorism. 
Starships chase us through the Badlands and our supporters are harassed and ridiculed. 

Why?

 Because we've left the Federation, and that's the one thing you can't accept. 

Nobody leaves paradise. 

Everyone should want to be in the Federation. 

Hell, you even want the Cardassians to join. 

You're only sending them replicators because one day they can take their rightful place on the Federation Council. You know, in some ways you're worse than the Borg. At least they tell you about their plans for assimilation. You're more insidious. You assimilate people and they don't even know it. 

SISKO: 
You know what, Mister Eddington? 
I don't give a damn what you think of the Federation, the Maquis, or anything else. 

All I know is that you betrayed your oath, your duty, and me. 

And if it takes me the rest of my life, I will see you standing before a court-martial that'll break you and send you to a penal colony, where you will spend the rest of your days growing old and wondering whether a ship full of replicators was really worth it.




DAX:
Les Miserables.

SISKO:
You know it?

DAX:
I can't stand Victor Hugo. 
I tried reading The Hunchback of Notre Dame, but I couldn't get through it. 
It was so melodramatic and his heroines are so two dimensional.

SISKO:
Eddington compares me to one of the characters, Inspector Javert. A policeman who relentlessly pursues a man named Valjean, guilty of a trivial offence, and in the end Javert's own inflexibility destroys him. He commits suicide.

DAX:
You can't believe that description fits you. Eddington is just trying to get under your skin.

SISKO:
He did that eight months ago. What strikes me about this book is that Eddington said that it's one of his favourites.

DAX:
There's no accounting for taste.

SISKO:
Let's think about it.
A Starfleet security officer is fascinated by a nineteenth century French melodrama, and now he's a leader of the Maquis, a resistance group fighting the noble battle against the evil Cardassians.

DAX:
It sounds like he's living out his own fantasy.

SISKO:
Exactly. And you know what?
 Les Miserables isn't about the policeman.
It's about Valjean, the victim of a monstrous injustice who spends his entire life helping people, making noble sacrifices for others. That's how Eddington sees himself. He's Valjean, he's Robin Hood, he's a romantic, dashing figure, fighting the good fight against insurmountable odds.

DAX:
The secret life of Michael Eddington.
How does it help us?

SISKO:
Eddington is the hero of his own story. That makes me the villain. And what is it that every hero wants to do?

DAX:
Kill the bad guy.

SISKO:
That's part of it. 
Heroes only kill when they have to.
Eddington could have killed me back in the refugee camp or when he disabled the Defiant, but in the best melodramas the villain creates a situation where the hero is forced to sacrifice himself for the people, for the cause. 
One final grand gesture.

DAX:
What are you getting at, Benjamin?

SISKO:
I think it's time for me to become the villain.

There are Heroes on Both Sides. 

Evil is Everywhere.


EDDINGTON: 
But think about those people you saw in the caves, huddled and starving. 
They didn't attack the Malinche.

SISKO: 
You should have thought about that before you attacked a Federation starship. 

(Sisko turns his back on the Eddington hologram) 


(Transmission ends)

Captain's log, supplemental. 
Resettlement efforts in the DMZ are underway. The Cardassian and Maquis colonists who were forced to abandon their homes will make new lives for themselves on the planets their counterparts evacuated. 

The balance in the region will be restored, though the situation remains far from stable.

He is The Chosen One.

He will bring Balance.

SISKO: 

Are you all right? 

EZRI: 

I talked with Worf.

 He doesn't want to have anything to do with me. 

SISKO: 

Perhaps I should have a talk with him. 

EZRI: 

Absolutely not. You intimidate him. 

SISKO: 

Me? 

EZRI: 

Don't tell him I told you. 

SISKO: 

I intimidate Worf, huh? 

EZRI: 

You like that, don't you? 

SISKO: 

Of course not. 

EZRI: 

Come on. I've been a man, I know. 

"Now I am Become Death, The Eater of Worlds."

Is She not MAGNIFICENT..?

" We knew the world would not be the same. 

A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. 

I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita; 

Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and, to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, 

"Now I am Become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds." 

I suppose we all thought that, one way or another. "

And people wonder why "Duty" is such an unfashionable word...
(outside of Gilbert and Sullivan)

Oppenheimer is quoting from the 1944 Prabhavananda and Isherwood translation of the Bhagavad Gita. 

The line quoted is spoken by Krishna, one of the major avatars of Vishnu; 

some assert that the passage would be better translated 

"I am become Time, The Destroyer of Worlds." 

'Medusa herself is only a shadow'

A British tar is a soaring soul

As free as a mountain bird!

His energetic fist should be ready to resist

A dictatorial word;

His nose should pant and his lip should curl!

His cheeks should flame and his brow should fur!

His bosom should heave and his heart should glow!

And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow!!

His eyes should flash with an inborn fire

His brow with scorn be wrung

He never should bow down to a domineering frown

Or the tang of a tyrant tongue

His foot should stamp and his throat should growl

His hair should curl and his face should scowl

His eyes should flash and his breast protrude

And this should be his customary attitude

The Scientific Statement of Being

 "There is no life, truth, intelligence nor substance in matter. 

All is infinite mind and its infinite manifestation, 

for God is all in all, 

Spirit is immortal truth: 

matter is mortal error. 

Spirit is the real and eternal; 

matter is the unreal and temporal. 

Spirit is God and man is His image and likeness. 

Therefore man is not material, he is spiritual." 

* The basic Christian Science mantra, known as "The Scientific Statement of Being," no less, is as follows: "There is no life, truth, intelligence nor substance in matter. All is infinite mind and its infinite manifestation, for God is all in all, Spirit is immortal truth: matter is mortal error. Spirit is the real and eternal; matter is the unreal and temporal. Spirit is God and man is His image and likeness. Therefore man is not material, he is spiritual." 

The fact that these statements are, in terms of the scientific criteria, "meaningless," "non-operational," and "footless" is actually totally irrelevant. 

They work. 

Try them and see. 

As Aleister Crowley, no friend of Mrs. Eddy's, wrote, 

"Enough of 'Because'! 

May he be damned for a dog!"