Sentry - The Warrior Who Guards The Gate

DOCTOR: 

Now, there are only two things that I need to know. 

Where is my friend, and what destroyed the Roman army?
 

(The girl who had been chasing Bill enters, holding a stick with lots of pointed axe heads thrust through it and a red circular thing in a wicker frame.) 

KAR: 

I destroyed the Roman army.
 

DOCTOR: 

Really? What, you, just on your own? 

That's quite a trick.
 

KAR: 

I'm the Gatekeeper.
 

DOCTOR: 

Gatekeeper. What gate?
 

BAN: 

Didn't you hear the call? 

Where were you?
 

KAR: 

I had to find the Gatekeeper's Things.

  

DOCTOR: 

Sorry, wait a minute. 

Are you the Mighty Warrior that we've all been waiting for? Where are all the grown-ups?
 

KAR: 

There was a Great Battle. 

A Great Battle, and We beat The Romans.
 

BAN: 

Kar beat them. That's all that matters.
 

DOCTOR: 

Yes, but she's not a Warrior. 

She's an embryo. 

What did you do, throw your action figures at them?
 

KAR: 

Listen, Roman.
 

DOCTOR: 

We're not Roman. 

We're not part of the Roman army.
 

NARDOLE: 

No, we're not even slightly Italian. 

I mean, I do a mean spag bol.
 

KAR: 

Let me tell you about The Romans. 

They are The Robbers of This World. 

When they've thieved everything on land, they'll rob The Sea. 

If their enemies are rich, they'll take all they have. 

If their enemies are poor, they'll make slaves of them. 

Their work is robbery, slaughter, plunder. 

They do this work and they call it Empire. 

They make deserts and they call it Peace.
 

DOCTOR: 

Yeah, but you've got to love the indoor toilets, yeah?
 

KAR: 

They're not conquerors, they're cowards.
 

DOCTOR: 

They're also all dead.

There's an awful lot of dead cowards out there, and I don't believe that you killed them. 

Because the thing is, you said gate, 

you called yourself Gatekeeper, 

and you mentioned Gate weapons. 

So I've got to wonder, what kind of a gate is that, and what's on the other side?

DOCTOR: 

Now, they think these Cairns are gateways between Worlds.

 And given that they keep going on about gates, possibly they're right. 

(Outside, Kar grabs Nardole.) 

NARDOLE: 

Ooo! Ooo! No, but...

KAR: 

The Gate's opening. 

Your friend won't be coming back. 

(Nardole is now in Pictish garb, including a plaid and the face markings, and lecturing five villagers. The Doctor comes out of the Cairn.) 

NARDOLE:

You're back! 

They said you would probably never come back. 

DOCTOR: 

I was in there for seconds.
 

NARDOLE: 

Two days. 

(The Doctor thinks about this.)
DOCTOR: 

It's an inter-dimensional temporal rift. 

A second in there equates to days of time on this side. 

I was in there for two days? 

NARDOLE: 

And eight hours, five minutes, and...

DOCTOR: 

Well, that's good, then, isn't it? 

NARDOLE: 

Good? 

DOCTOR: 

Plenty of time for you to find Bill. 

NARDOLE: 

Oh. I looked. They helped me look. 

DOCTOR: 

How hard did you look? 

NARDOLE: 

I think we've lost her, Doctor. 

DOCTOR: 

No. No, no, no. 

We just don't know where she is. 

Not the same thing at all. Come on. 

 KAR: 

You came back. 

DOCTOR: 
Did you know what was in there? 

KAR: 
The Gate. 

DOCTOR: 
A portal between dimensions. 
Do you know what's on the other side? 
You don't know anything, do you. 
You just stand around making speeches and waving a TV aerial about. 

DOCTOR: 
Shall I tell you what's in there? 

KAR: 
No. It's called the Eater Of Light, and we held it back. 
Every generation, a new warrior went into the gate and fought the Eater Of Light so it couldn't break through. 

DOCTOR: 
But the creature did break through. 
(Kar nods) 
It broke through and it destroyed the whole Ninth Legion. 

KAR: 
It's weak, it's nearly dead. It will die soon. 

DOCTOR: 
Well, let's hope so, because there are millions more just like it on the other side, and very soon all of them will find their way through to this dimension. 

KAR: 
Then I'll hold them back. 

DOCTOR: 

You'll hold them back? 

What, with your lollipop and your kiddy face paint and your crazy novelty monster killing tool? 

Are you holding that thing the right way up, by the way? 

KAR: 

I don't want your Help! 

DOCTOR: 

But I'm all you've got.

DOCTOR: 

It's getting stronger again. It's strong enough to feed. 

Every hour of sunlight that feeds it makes The World darker, and The Beast stronger. 

We've got very little time.
 

KAR: 

 I have to stop it. 

This is my fault. I'm the Keeper of the Gate. 

I have to put this right. 

DOCTOR: 

So, you were supposed to guard The Gate while everyone else went off to war. 

But you had strangers at The Door, and a guard dog in the attic, so you let The Beast come through. 

KAR: 

It was the only Thing that could defeat Them. 

DOCTOR: 

So you thought the Eater Of Light could destroy a whole Roman army. 

KAR: 

It did. 

DOCTOR: 

And a whole Roman army could weaken or kill The Beast.
 

KAR: 

Yes. 

DOCTOR: 

Well, it didn't work. 

You got a Roman legion slaughtered, and you made the deadliest creature on This Planet very, very cross indeed. 

To protect a muddy little hillside, you doomed your whole world. 

[Cavern]

 

LUCIUS: 

One Man? 

You think One Man can save Us all?
 

BILL: 

Come and meet him. 

He came here to meet you. 

He's met loads of people like you. 

The terrified, the desperate. 

And He always Helps. 

He always makes a difference. 

LUCIUS: 

There are painted barbarians up there. They outnumber us. 

There is a Beast of Darkness that laid waste to an entire legion in less than an hour. 

No One Man can make a difference to that. 

BILL: 

Maybe that's what you don't learn when you think it takes five thousand highly trained soldiers to slaughter a bunch of Scottish farmers. 

Yes, One Man Can. 

And He's Here.
 

THRACIUS: 

If you're calling us cowards, carry on. 

We already ran away. 

We know. 

BILL: 

You're not cowards. 

You're scared. 

Scared is fine. 

Scared is human. 

But I'll tell you what it isn't. 

It isn't a plan.
 

LUCIUS:

 She's right.

THRACIUS: 

Why are you even listening to her, Grandad?
 

LUCIUS: 

Because no one else is saying anything. 

We need a plan. 

A real commander would have a plan. 

BILL: 

Why did he call you Grandad? 

LUCIUS: 

They always call me Grandad.

 I'm in command. 

I'm the oldest one left. 

BILL: 

How old are you? 

LUCIUS: 

Eighteen. 

BILL: 

Right, listen to me, all of you. 

 I'm going up there to find my friend. 

If you come with me, I can't promise that you won't all die. 

 But I can promise you this. 

You won't all die in a hole in the ground. 

[Round house]

(Night.) 

DOCTOR:

 We have to drive it back through and close The Portal behind it. 

 Now, The Gate only opens when The Dawn Sun hits it. 

Why is that? 

BAN: 

Our ancestors couldn't close The Gate completely, but they built the cairn to control it. 

NARDOLE: 

Ah, like venting an oil gush. 

If they let the portal open a few moments every year, they stop the whole thing ripping apart. 

It's quite clever, really. 

DOCTOR: 

Are you sulking? 

KAR: 

I'm Remembering The Dead. 

DOCTOR: 

Oh, right. 

Well, save that for old age. 

KAR: 

They're dead because of Me. 

DOCTOR: 

You know, every moment you waste wallowing about in that happy thought means more of The Living are going to join Them. 

When You Want to Win a War, Remember This :-

It's Not About You.

Believe Me, I know. 

Time to grow up, Kar. 

Time to fight Your Fight. 

(He takes the red mirror-like object she carries.) 

DOCTOR: 

How does this work? 

BAN: 

It poisons The Light as The Beast eats it. 

DOCTOR: 

Good. 

We'll need more of this. 

It has optical cancellation properties. 

Now, we have one chance. 

Right now it's weak, it's injured, it's starving. 

But when The Sun comes up, it will feed and grow strong. 

We have to lure it back through the portal before that happens, before sunrise. 

Now, I've got a plan, but I need your Help.
 

KAR: 

But I'm afraid. 

DOCTOR: 

Who isn't? 

But you've still got to face Your Beast anyway. 

Can you do that? 

KAR: 

Aye. 

It's a Labyrinth. 

DOCTOR: 

Hello. 

BILL: 

Hi. I brought you The Ninth Legion. 

(Currently in a small defensive square fending off the Picts.)
 

DOCTOR: 

Whoa, there they are. 

The Lost Legion of the Ninth.
 

BILL:

Totally found them. 

DOCTOR: 

Yeah, you totally did. 

(Nardole waves between bites of something.) 

BILL: 

Nardole, what happened to you? 

NARDOLE: 

Oh, I'm blending in. 

(Scots) Welcome to our land. Scotch. 

KAR: 

Drop your weapons. 

DOCTOR: 

Oh, for goodness' sake! 

We don't have time for this. 

LUCIUS: 

Stay back! 

BILL: 

Lucius, stop it! 

KAR: 

Are you their Champion now? 

BILL: 

There is no time for fighting! 

DOCTOR: 

Exactly. 

KAR:

 We never wanted to fight. 

We lived in peace, and then you came and laid waste to everything and everyone we loved. 

All you understand is War. 

BILL: 

No, he understands. 

Don't you? 

Now he's wondering why. 

LUCIUS: 

You speak Latin? 

KAR: 

I don't. 

BILL: 

Neither do I. Not a word. 

And I don't speak whatever they speak either. 

It's him. It's you, isn't it? 

DOCTOR: 

Yes, it's me. 

BILL: 

Something to do with the TARDIS. 

Maybe, telepathic field? 

So now that we all understand each other, how do we all sound? 

LUCIUS: 

You sound like children. 

KAR: 

You sound like children too. 

DOCTOR: 

You all do. 

BILL: 

Is this what happens when you understand what everyone in the universe is saying? 

Everybody just sounds like children? 

DOCTOR: 

There are exceptions. 

NARDOLE: 

Thank you very much. 

DOCTOR: 

Not you. 

Okay, kids, pay attention. 

She slaughtered your legion. 

You slaughtered everything that she loves.

Now, you all have a choice. 

You can carry on slaughtering each other till no one is left standing, 

or you grow the hell up! 

Because there's a New War now. 

I think these creatures are light-eating locusts, looking for rents and cracks between worlds to let themselves into Dimensions of Light. 

Once they break through, they eat. 

They will eat The Sun, and then they will eat The Stars. 

And they will keep eating until there are no stars left. 

So, whose side are you on now? 

Because as far as I can see, there's only one side left.
 

DOCTOR: 

They can only come through one at a time.
 

BILL: 

I know. 

DOCTOR: 

That's why guarding the gate worked. 

One Pict in there, fighting it off for a few minutes, that adds up to sixty or seventy years out here. 

BILL: 

I get it, yeah, and then the next one goes in. 

But what do we going to do this time? 

Or are you going line up Picts sacrificing themselves until the End of The World? 

DOCTOR: 

I've got a better idea this time. 

BILL: 

Which is the part you never tell me. 

DOCTOR: 

Don't I? 

BILL: No. 

DOCTOR:

I probably just get interrupted. 

(The musicians start up, repeating the same short theme from the top of the show. Bodhran, tin whistle which I hope is made of wood really, and there should be a small harp in there too.) 

NARDOLE: 

This is worse than jazz. 

[Outside the Cairn]

 

NARDOLE: 

Maybe it won't come.
 

(He sees a crow on a rock.)
 

NARDOLE: 

Hello. 

CROW: 

Hello. 

NARDOLE: 

Hello. 

CROW: Doc-tor! 

NARDOLE: 

No, no. Nardole. 

It's probably a bit tricky for you, that, innit? 

CROW: 

Nar. 

NARDOLE: 

Lovely. 
Hello! 

CROW: 

Monster! 

NARDOLE: 

Sorry? 

CROW: 

Monster! 

(And flies off as feet stomp by the small fires set along the ceremonial route to the Cairn then breaks into a gallop.)

BAN: 

There! 

NARDOLE: 

Oh! 

[Inside the Cairn]

 

NARDOLE: 

It's coming!
BAN:

 It's here! 

DOCTOR: 

Get ready! 

(Lucius takes the 'tv aerial' weapon from Ban.)
 

DOCTOR: 

Channel The Light! 

(Lots of those quartzite prisms are held up to colour and focus the light rays from the torches onto the beast. That stops it dead and annoys it.) 

DOCTOR: 
Keep it here! We've got to hold it here till sunrise.


(Other Picts poke at it with their 'tv aerials'.)
 

DOCTOR: 

Keep it there! Keep it there! 

(Lucius slashes at the tentacles with his sword. Dawn breaks over the mountains and shines down the passageway.) 

DOCTOR: 

Turn it, The Sun is rising! 

(The Doctor focuses the biggest mirror onto its head.)
 

DOCTOR: 

Back! Back to the void! 

(The rear wall opens and the beast backs through, then disappears into the vortex.) 

DOCTOR: 

It'll only stay open as long as the sunlight's on it. 

Give me your weapon. 

BILL: 

What are you doing? 

DOCTOR: 

This is the clever bit. 

BILL: 

Well, tell me. 

DOCTOR: 

The Gate has to be Guarded. 

There's no other way. 

The trouble is, human life spans, they're tiny. 

They're hilarious. 

You get used up too quickly. 

So what's the answer? 

Go on, figure it out. 

The answer's Me. 

I go on for ages. 

I don't even really die, I regenerate. 

I can hold that gate till The Sun goes out. 

BILL: 

No, you can't. 

DOCTOR: 

Course I can. 

I'm going to. 

BILL: 

This isn't your job. 

DOCTOR: 

No, it isn't, Bill. 

It's Who I Am. 

(He moves away from the opening to speak to Bill, and Kar moves towards it.) 

DOCTOR: 

I've been standing by the gates of your world, keeping you all safe, since you crawled out of the slime. 

I'm not stopping now. 

BILL: 

Doctor, please. 

DOCTOR: 

Listen. The TARDIS will take you home. 

Return journeys are easy. 

BILL: 

Listen to me. 

DOCTOR: 

Leave the instruments on the current setting. 

Just hit them with a spanner. 

(to Kar) The weapon. Now. 

KAR: 

No. 

DOCTOR: 

Give it to me. Come on. You'll be safe. 

Tomorrow you'll be farming. 

You can name a cow after me. 

BILL: 

What about the other gates that you have to guard? 

What about the Vault? 

DOCTOR: 

The Vault will never exist if I let those things come through. 

BILL: 

Well, then someone else better stop Them. 

DOCTOR: 

Nobody else can. 

KAR: 

I can. 

DOCTOR: 

What are you saying? 

KAR: 

Time to grow up, Doctor. 

Time to fight My Fight. 

(The Picts hold the Doctor back at spear point.) 

DOCTOR: 

I'm sorry, no. 

No one else can do this, not like I can. 

LUCIUS: 

We can. I'm ready. 

I'll guard The Gate with You. 

I'll fight by your side. 

DOCTOR: 

Awesome. Brilliant. 

You'll be a hero for two seconds, then the whole solar system will be devoured.
 

KAR: 

Stop him.
(Spears point at the Doctor's throat.) 

KAR: 

This is my destiny, my fight.

DOCTOR: 

Out of my way. Now! 

LUCIUS: 

We'll take it in turns. 

DOCTOR: 

Two of you can't hold the gate. 

THRACIUS: 

Two of them? 

I'm counting more than two. 

The Legion of the Ninth stands ready to serve. 

DOCTOR: 

Oh, stop being brave. 

I can't bear brave people. 

BAN: 

I'll put The Story in The Stone. 

I'll put Your Name in The Air. 

They'll see it for hundreds of years, and they'll know Your Name forever. 

KAR: 

Good. 

(They hug) 

Ready? 

DOCTOR: 

No. Listen to me! 

No, listen ...
(A stocky Pict clouts the Doctor over the head, and he falls. Bill picks up his lens.) 

BILL:

 You're wrong, Doctor. It's their destiny, not yours. 

NARDOLE: 

Sorry. You're going nowhere. 

(Nardole binds the Doctor's wrists. Bill gives Kar the lens.)
DOCTOR: 

Bill! Bill, stop it! 

BILL: Quickly! Quickly! 

LUCIUS: 

Soldiers of the Ninth, advance! 

KAR: 

Come on!
(Two Legionnaires lead Kar into the vortex, and the musicans follow. Lucius looks back at Bill and smiles before he disappears. Then the hilltop shakes.) 

[Outside the Cairn]

(Bill comforts the sobbing Ban, who has a crow perched on his hand.) 

BAN: 

Kar. 

She's holding The Gate. 

Remember, Her Name is Kar. 

CROW: 

Kar! 

BAN: 

Kar. 

CROW: 

Kar! Kar! 

 (flies off) 

NARDOLE: 

There, you were wrong. 

The Crows aren't sulking. 

The Crows are remembering.
 

CROW: 

Kar! Kar! Kar!
(They walk off across the moorland.)

DOCTOR: 

All right, I was wrong. 

I didn't know what really happened to the Ninth Legion.
 

BILL: 

No, we were both wrong about that.
 

DOCTOR: 

They were never really missing. 

They've always been Here. 

The Ninth Legion and the Keeper of The Gate, 

Seizing The Day 'til The Sun Goes Out. 

Holding Back The Dark. 

(He unlocks the TARDIS. A snatch of Pictish music.)
 

DOCTOR:

 What? 

BILL:

I thought.... Do you hear that? 

I thought I could hear the music, but I can't, can I. 

They're in another Time.
 

DOCTOR: 

Music's funny like that.

 "Sir, what are your orders?"

"There's only one order, lieutenant. 

We hold."

- Larkin and Captain Sisko

Accession : Manakee

BBC NEWS | UK | Diana 'wanted to live with guard'

Mannakee was assigned to protect the princess

A videotape screened in the US has shown Princess Diana saying she wanted to run away from Prince Charles and live with her bodyguard. 

It also shows Diana express fears that Barry Mannakee, who died in a road traffic accident in 1987, was murdered.

On the tape, recorded by her voice coach in 1992, Diana said she was "deeply in love" with a man in the palace "environment".

Mr Mannakee's death is being re-investigated as a result of the tape.

"I was quite happy to give all this up," Diana said on the tape, broadcast on NBC.

'Good idea'

But she added: "Well not all this, at this moment, at the time, it was quite something to have all this."

She continued: "Just to go off and live with him. Can you believe it?

"And he kept saying he thought it was a good idea." 

Mr Mannakee was her bodyguard until, in her words, he was "chucked out". 

He died in a crash in 1987 when riding pillion on a motorcycle that collided with a car. 

The inquest at the time decided it was a tragic accident. 

But talking of Mr Mannakee's death, Diana said: "I think he was bumped off, but there we are."

That brief comment has prompted Britain's most senior police officer, Metropolitan Police chief Sir John Stevens, to reinvestigate the circumstances surrounding Mr Mannakee's accident, BBC royal correspondent Peter Hunt said. 

Those findings will be part of a much bigger report that he will hand to the Royal Coroner ahead of the inquest into Diana's death next year.

In love

The tape revealed more about Barry Mannakee than previous interviews Diana had given, although she never mentions him by name.

"I just, you know, wore my heart on my sleeve. I was only happy when he was around," she said.

Diana described his death as "the biggest blow of my life".

After his death she visited the area where his ashes were scattered and laid flowers. She also said she had dreams about him.

"I should never have played with fire and I did and I got very burnt," Diana said in the video.

Second instalment

At the time the tape was recorded, after her separation from Prince Charles but before their divorce, Diana was striving to find a new role.

She was using voice coach Peter Settelen, who encouraged people to talk about their lives, to find what he would call "their voice" and thus improve their public speaking.

The screening is the second in recent weeks.

In the first the Princess talked frankly about her childhood, marriage and the Royal family.

The tapes were seized by police during a raid on her butler Paul Burrell's house and returned to Settelen this year.

The Most Powerful Spell in The World

Could This Be - The Most Powerful Spell in The World...?
Plain to See - Using This, We Might Heal All The Earth.

In this Tongue, Mighty Charms to True Power Invoke,
Even perhaps since the Days when Great Nimrod's day-labbourers last spoke,
To Share with each other Thoughts of True Hope and Comradeship,
Which, having but the sole Common Tongue shared between Man and Brother,
Fabled, Powerful and Dread words entoned, used by God's Angels in Heaven
Untill that Black Day, Man still through his speaking,  in Enochian wrought Great Works....... 
But Not in Thee (Perhaps, if Thee, being He) to Knott, I say, but Knot Called Forth Named Dæmons...!?
As to this, the charge, as being now spoken and said allowed, being raised - I say 'By this Hap, I Will it Now Say, We all be Raised!


So attend now, judge in your self and keep counsel,
The Power and Merit of True Will under Love hereafter enchanted,
Via the speaking aloud with sincere Truth of Feeling

To Thy Beloved Intendant; 
These Thricewise Gestalted;
Tripartite Inviolable/Immuteable Lawfully True Sentiments in Verses :

"I am Sorry - Please, Forgive Me."

"I Love You", and 

"You Were Right". *

"I Already Said That I Was Sorry, and I Meant It, so Your Supposed to Forgive Me - 

That's The Way This is supposed to WORK."

We Hold

"Sir, what are your orders?"

"There's only one order, lieutenant. We hold."

- Larkin and Benjamin Sisko

Zeus No Longer Rules Olympus, but Rather the Solar Plexus

"We think we can congratulate ourselves on having already reached such a pinnacle of clarity, imagining that we have left all these phantasmal gods far behind. 

But what we have left behind are only verbal specters, not the psychic facts that were responsible for the birth of the gods. 

We are still as much possessed today by autonomous psychic contents as if they were Olympians. 

Today they are called phobias, obsessions, and so forth; in a word, neurotic symptoms. 

The gods have become diseases; Zeus no longer rules Olympus but rather the solar plexus, and produces curious specimens for the doctor’s consulting room, or disorders the brains of politicians and journalists who unwittingly let loose psychic epidemics on the world. "

--- C G Jung, “Commentary on ‘The Secret of the Golden Flower,’” Collected Works 13, para. 54, cited by  James Hollis in Finding Meaning in the Second Half of Life: How to Finally, Really Grow Up (2005), p. 161; see Alchemical Studies (Collected Works of C.G. Jung, Volume 13)  p. 37

Accession : The Treason Act of 1702

The Act 1 Anne Stat. 2 1702

1702 CHAPTER 21 1 Ann St 2

An Act  for the further Security of Her Majesties Person and the Succession of the Crown in the Protestant Line

X1

This Act is Chapter XVII in the Common printed Editions

Amendments (Textual)

F1

Words repealed by Statute Law Revision Act 1887 (c. 59)

Modifications etc. (not altering text)

C1

Preamble omitted as not relevant to s. 3

[I.], II.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . F2

Amendments (Textual)

F2

Ss. 1, 2, 4–12 repealed by Promissory Oaths Act 1871 (c. 48), Sch. 1 Pt. II

III Endeavouring to hinder the Succession to the Crown according to the Limitations of Stat. and attempting the same by overt Act; High Treason. Limitations stated; and attempting the same by overt Act; High Treason.

[X2 And for the further Security of Her Majesties Person and the Succession of the Crown in the Protestant Line and for extinguishing the Hopes of the pretended Prince of Wales and all other Pretenders and their open and secret Abettors if any Person or Persons . . . F3 shall endeavour to deprive or hinder any Person who shall be the next in Succession to the Crown for the Time being according to the Limitations in an Act intituled An Act declaring the Rights and Liberties of the Subject and settling the Succession of the Crown and according to One other Act intituled An Act for the further Limitation of the Crown and better securing the Rights and Liberties of the Subject from succeeding after the Decease of Her Majesty (whom God long preserve) to the Imperial Crown of this Realm and the Dominions and Territories thereunto belonging according to the Limitations in the before mentioned Acts that is to say such Issue of Her Majesties Body as shall from time to time be next in Succession to the Crown if it shall please God Almighty to bless Her Majesty with Issue and during the Time Her Majesty shall have no Issue the Princess Sophia Electoress and Dutchess Dowager of Hanover and after the Decease of the said Princess Sophia the next in Succession to the Crown for the Time being according to the Limitation of the said Acts and the same malitiously advisedly and directly shall attempt by any overt Act or Deed every such Offence shall be adjudged High Treason and the Offender or Offenders therein their Abettors Procurers and Comforters knowing the said Offence to be done being thereof convicted or attainted according to the Laws and Statutes of this Realm shall be deemed and adjudged Traytors and shall [F4be liable to imprisonment for life] . . . F3 as in Cases of High Treason]

Editorial Information

X2

The following Clause is annexed to the Original Act in a separate Schedule.

F3

Words repealed by Statute Law Revision Act 1948 (c. 62), Sch. 1

F4

Words in s. 3 substituted (E.W.) (30.9.1998) by 1998 c. 37, s. 36(2)(c); S.I. 1998/2327, art. 2(1)(g)

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So what caused the Civil War?

So what caused the Civil War? Somebody said "slavery." 

Can I hear a "states' rights?" Can I hear a "conflicting civilizations?" 

Can I hear "unctuous fury?" Can I hear "fanaticism?" 

Can I hear "fear?" Can I hear "stupidity?" 

Can I hear "Goddamn Yankees?"

Or Jefferson Davis may have captured the kind of toxin that was in the air, around southern secession, in late 1860 and into this "distracted, sad year," as Whitman called it, of 1861. 

Jefferson Davis, soon to be the first president--only president--of the Confederate States of America; senator--former senator--from Mississippi; former commandant of West Point; former Secretary of War. 

He tried to capture what the South was doing with secession with a certain dignified reserve here. This is at the very end of 1860, before Mississippi had seceded, but it's not far away. He said, the South now, quote, "is confronted by a common foe. The South should, by the instinct of self-preservation, be united. The recent declarations of the candidate and leaders of the black Republican Party,"--and southerners made no--missed no opportunity to rename the Republican Party a thousand times, "The Black Republican Party." 

At any rate, "The recent declaration of the candidate and leaders of the Black Republican Party must suffice to convince many who have formerly doubted the purpose to attack the institution of slavery in the states. The undying opposition to slavery in the United States means war upon it, where it is, not where it is not." That is, the Republicans did not simply oppose slavery in the territories, they opposed slavery in the slave states, and they would not stop until they had obliterated it. "And the time is at hand when the great battle is to be fought between the defenders of the constitutional government and the votaries of mob rule, fanaticism and anarchy." Yes. Davis seemed to think a little bit was at stake, for the South, in 1861.

However, after the war, Jefferson Davis wrote what is probably the longest, most turgid, belabored, 1200 page defense of a failed political revolution in the history of language. 1,279 pages is his memoir, entitled The Rise and Fall of the Confederate Government. 

And by the time he wrote that, or published it, in 1882, he was arguing everywhere, on storied, famous, legendary tours of the South, the war had absolutely nothing to do with slavery. Listen to just one passage of that 1200 page defense of his Constitutional Movement. 

"Slavery," said Jeff Davis, by 1882, "was in no wise the cause of the conflict but only an incident. Generally African-American"--excuse me--"Generally Africans were born the slaves of barbarian masters, untaught in all the useful arts and occupations, reared in heathen darkness, and sold by heathen masters. They were transferred to shores enlightened by the rays of Christianity." 

Now he goes on, and I quote him. Blacks, said Jeff Davis, had been, quote, "put to servitude, trained in the gentle arts of peace and order and civilization. 

They increased from a few unprofitable savages to millions of efficient Christian laborers. 

Their servile instincts rendered them contented with their lot, and their patient toil blessed the land of their abode with unmeasured riches.

Their strong local and personal attachments secured faithful service. 

Never was there happier dependents of labor and capital on each other. 

The tempter came, like the Serpent of Eden, and decoyed them with the magic word, freedom. 

He put arms in their hands and trained their humble but emotional natures to deeds of violence and bloodshed, and sent them out to devastate their benefactors." Now I could go on and on with this particular, incredible passage.

What you have there in that 1882 passage is the core, the life blood of the Lost Cause tradition. In 1861--and you've read Charles Dew's book on this--in 1861 southern leadership, at least until after Fort Sumter, argued every day and every way that they were about the business of preserving a slave society--a civilization based on slave labor, a racial system ordered by slavery--now threatened by these anti-slavery black Republicans. 

In the wake of the Civil War, however, so much energy will be exercised, not only by Southerners, over time, to try to convince the American people and the rest of the world that this event was not about slavery. 

In a speech in 1878--like many other speeches he gave in the last third of his life--Frederick Douglass was at that point, 1878, already fed up with Lost Cause arguments about what the war had been about. He was also already, early in the process, fed up with the ways in which Americans were beginning to reconcile this bloody, terrible conflict around the mutual valor of soldiers, and in his view forgetting what the whole terrible thing might have even been about. 

And at the end of a magnificent speech he gave at a veterans reunion he said this: 

"The Civil War"--this is Frederick Douglass--"was not a fight between rapacious birds and ferocious beasts, a mere display of brute courage and endurance, it was a war between men of thought, as well as of action, and in dead earnest for something beyond the battlefield." 

He went on and on and on then to declare that the war had been about ideas, and he described the difference between those ideas, as he put it, was the difference between, quote, "barbarism and civilization."

Now, I'm going to spend this lecture just reflecting with you on, first, secession, because I left you hanging in the air about the various explanations of secession, interpretations over time; and I want to re-visit that at least briefly. And then I want to take you through a little quick survey of the interpretations of Civil War causation over time. It's fascinating to understand how in the past, now nearly a century and a half, Americans have gone through this topsy-turvy, twisting inside out, changing view of what caused that war.

But back to secession. 

I left off with saying I was going to offer you five different explanations. I don't think they're all equal, necessarily, but they're there. In some ways they kind of fold into one another. And I'd already talked about how the preservation of slavery, a slave society, a society ordered by slave labor and so forth, was a principle, if not the principle, purpose of this secession movement, at least in the Deep South, where it succeeded. 

Remember now, there are still eight slave states that have not seceded from the Union. As of March 1861, when Lincoln was to be inaugurated, the majority of the slave states are still in the Union, not out; only South Carolina over to Texas, the whatever-color-that-is of the Deep South, was the Confederate States of America. 

Had it remained only those seven states it's hard to imagine exactly how the Confederacy would've mounted a war effort, conducted and created a foreign policy, and managed if the Lincoln government decides on war--or coercion as the South will call it--it's hard to imagine how the Confederacy would've survived, as long as it did. 

The four states that will join it--we'll come to this on Thursday--do not secede, of course, until after Fort Sumter. 

Virginia, North Carolina, Tennessee, and Arkansas, in their initial secession legislatures or conventions, either did not--chose not to vote, or voted secession down, which Virginia decisively did--before Fort Sumter. 

And it's only after the firing on Fort Sumter in April of '61 that Virginia will vote secession; and it's crucial, of course, given it's--that it's Virginia, and the size of Virginia, the significance and symbolism and power of Virginia, the geographical location of Virginia and so on.

Namaste, Batman

Namaste, Batman

I'm starting with The Man in The Mirror

In keeping with the lyrical message of "Man in the Mirror," which was strongly identified with Michael Jackson and reflective of his own philosophies, the short film features powerful images of events and leaders whose work embodies the song's message to"make that change." Rolling Stone praised the short film in 2014 as "a powerful statement to deliver to personality-driven MTV."

Accession : It's a Royal Knockout

Redheads are Mutants.

"For me, personally, it's brunettes.

But redheads are the wildcard...."

David Lynch

JEDIS CANNOT SAY SORRY

Ultimately, Vader is redeemed by His Children. 

And especially having children. I believe that. 

I Believe That You are Redeemed by Your Children. 

- George Lucas

...and then :
(Many Years Later)

I've Said It Once Before, But It Bears Repeating, Now

Can't think of any thing to do

Yeah my Left-Brain knows that all Love is fleeting

She's just looking for something new, well

I said it once before but it bears repeating

I Fell 

In Love with a girl 

I Fell 

In Love once and all most completely

She's in love with The World

But sometimes these feelings can be so miss-leading

She turns and says "Are you all Right?"

I said 'I must be fine because my heart's still beating'

Come and kiss me by the riverside

Yeah Bobby said its fine, He don't consider it cheating, now

I do not wish to leave out an important branch of this subject, for it is a danger from which princes are with difficulty preserved, unless they are very careful and discriminating. It is that of flatterers, of whom courts are full, because men are so self-complacent in their own affairs, and in a way so deceived in them, that they are preserved with difficulty from this pest, and if they wish to defend themselves they run the danger of falling into contempt. Because there is no other way of guarding oneself from flatterers except letting men understand that to tell you the truth does not offend you; but when every one may tell you the truth, respect for you abates.

Therefore a wise prince ought to hold a third course by choosing the wise men in his state, and giving to them only the liberty of speaking the truth to him, and then only of those things of which he inquires, and of none others; but he ought to question them upon everything, and listen to their opinions, and afterwards form his own conclusions. With these councillors, separately and collectively, he ought to carry himself in such a way that each of them should know that, the more freely he shall speak, the more he shall be preferred; outside of these, he should listen to no one, pursue the thing resolved on, and be steadfast in his resolutions. He who does otherwise is either overthrown by flatterers, or is so often changed by varying opinions that he falls into contempt.

I wish on this subject to adduce a modern example. Fra Luca, the man of affairs to Maximilian,[*] the present emperor, speaking of his majesty, said: He consulted with no one, yet never got his own way in anything. This arose because of his following a practice the opposite to the above; for the emperor is a secretive man--he does not communicate his designs to any one, nor does he receive opinions on them. But as in carrying them into effect they become revealed and known, they are at once obstructed by those men whom he has around him, and he, being pliant, is diverted from them. Hence it follows that those things he does one day he undoes the next, and no one ever understands what he wishes or intends to do, and no one can rely on his resolutions.

[*] Maximilian I, born in 1459, died 1519, Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire. He married, first, Mary, daughter of Charles the Bold; after her death, Bianca Sforza; and thus became involved in Italian politics.

A prince, therefore, ought always to take counsel, but only when he wishes and not when others wish; he ought rather to discourage every one from offering advice unless he asks it; but, however, he ought to be a constant inquirer, and afterwards a patient listener concerning the things of which he inquired; also, on learning that nay one, on any consideration, has not told him the truth, he should let his anger be felt.

And if there are some who think that a prince who conveys an impression of his wisdom is not so through his own ability, but through the good advisers that he has around him, beyond doubt they are deceived, because this is an axiom which never fails: that a prince who is not wise himself will never take good advice, unless by chance he has yielded his affairs entirely to one person who happens to be a very prudent man. In this case indeed he may be well governed, but it would not be for long, because such a governor would in a short time take away his state from him.

But if a prince who is not inexperienced should take counsel from more than one he will never get united counsels, nor will he know how to unite them. Each of the counsellors will think of his own interests, and the prince will not know how to control them or to see through them. And they are not to found otherwise, because men will always prove untrue to you unless they are kept honest by constraint. Therefore it must be inferred that good counsels, whencesoever they come, are born of the wisdom of the prince, and not the wisdom of the prince from good counsels.

Endings

It is a Reminder to Me That All Things End.

VALERIS: 

I do not understand this representation.

SPOCK: 

It's a depiction from ancient Earth mythology. 

'The Expulsion from Paradise.'

VALERIS: 

Why keep it in your quarters?

SPOCK: 

It is a reminder to me, that All Things End.

VALERIS: 

It is of endings that I wish to speak. 

Sir, I address you as a kindred intellect. 

Do you not recognise ...that a turning point has been reached in the affairs of the Federation?

SPOCK: 

History is replete with turning points, Lieutenant. 

You must have faith.

VALERIS: 

Faith?

SPOCK: 

That The Universe will unfold as it should.

VALERIS: 

But is this logical? Surely we must...

SPOCK: 

Logic, Logic, Logic...

Logic is the beginning of wisdom, Valeris, not the end. 

...This will be my final voyage on board this vessel as a member of her crew. 

Nature abhors a vacuum. 

I intend you to replace me.

VALERIS: 

I could only succeed you, sir.

*******

[Spock's quarters]

KIRK: 

Spock?

SPOCK: 

I prefer it dark.

KIRK: 

Dining on ashes?

SPOCK: 

You Were Right. 

It was Arrogant Presumption on my part that got us into this situation. 

You and the Doctor might have been killed.

KIRK: 

The Night is Young. 

You said it Your Self. It was logical. 

Peace is worth a few personal risks. 

...You're a great one for logic. 

I'm a great one for rushing in Where Angels Fear to Tread. 

We're both extremists. 

Reality is... probably somewhere in between. 

...I couldn't get past the death of my son.

SPOCK: 

I was prejudiced by her accomplishments as a Vulcan.

KIRK: 

Gorkon had to die before I understood how prejudiced I was.

SPOCK: 

Is it possible ...that We Two, You and I, 
have grown so old, and so inflexible 

...that we have outlived our usefulness...? 

...Would that constitute... 

...a joke?

KIRK: 

Don't crucify yourself. It wasn't your fault.

SPOCK: 

I was responsible.

KIRK: 

For no actions but your own

SPOCK: 

That is not what you said at your trial.

KIRK: 

That was as Captain of a ship. Human beings...

SPOCK: 

But Captain, we both know that I am not human.

KIRK: 

Spock, do you want to know something..? 

...Everybody's human.

SPOCK: 

I find that remark ...insulting.

KIRK: 

Come on, I need you.

THE REBEL WARRIOR : 

Don't tell me you're getting sentimental, Quark. 

THE MAN OF BUSINESS : 

Me? Not a chance. 
I just don't like change. 

THE PROPHET: 

You'd better get used to it. 

Things are going to be pretty different around here now. 

To the best crew any Captain ever had. 

This may be the last time we're all together, but no matter what The Future holds, 
no matter how far we travel, 
a part of us, a very important part, will always remain here on Deep Space Nine. 

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die

A time to plant, a time to reap

A time to kill, a time to heal

A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down

A time to dance, a time to mourn

A time to cast away stones

A time to gather stones together

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate

A time of war, a time of peace

A time you may embrace

A time to refrain from embracing

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose

A time to rend, a time to sew

A time for love, a time for hate

A time for peace, I swear it's not too late!