Even The Very Wise Cannot See All Ends.

[Frodo looks down into the cavern and sees a small figure leaping from stone to stone. Startled, he walks over to where Gandalf is sitting.]

Frodo: "There's something down there!"

Gandalf (without surprise): "It's Gollum."

Frodo: "Gollum?"

Gandalf: "He's been following us for three days."

Frodo: "He escaped the dungeons of Barad-Dûr!"

Gandalf: "Escaped? Or was set loose?"

Gandalf: "And now the Ring had drawn him here. He will never be rid of his need for it. He hates and loves the Ring, as he hates and loves himself."

[Dark and dirty fingers clasp a stone implement. From the distance below, Gollum looks up, his large eyes piercing the darkness.]

Gandalf: "Sméagol's life is a sad story. Yes, Sméagol he was once called. Before the Ring found him… before it drove him mad."

Frodo: "It's a pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance!"

Gandalf: [glancing sharply at Frodo] "Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death, and some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo?"

[Frodo looks down, silently.]

Gandalf: "Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise can not see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill…"

[Gollum pulls back into the darkness, wrinkling his nose.]

Gollum: "Gollum."

Gandalf: "…before this is over."

[Gollum slinks off.]

Gandalf: "The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many."

[Frodo sits down next to Gandalf.]

Frodo: "I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened."

Gandalf: "So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought."

Gandalf: [looks towards one of the doorways] "Oh! It's that way."

Merry: "He's remembered!"

[The Fellowship starts down a dark stairway. Gandalf puts on his hat.]

Gandalf: "No, but the air doesn't smell so foul down here."

[The wizard rests a hand on Merry's shoulder.]

Gandalf: 

If in doubt, Meriadoc, 

always follow your nose.

CAT

cat 

The animal that is thought of today as a beloved pet (and hardly as an exterminator of RATS and mice any more) has a predominantly negative reputation in symbolic tradition. It was domesticated in ancient Egypt around 2000 B.C. from the Nubian Felis sylvestris lybica. 

A short-tailed cat, the so-called "reed cat," which was known there even earlier, is mentioned in The Book of the Dead as slicing up the evil SNAKE Apepi.

The domestic cat soon replaced leonine deities: the cat goddess Bast or Bastet was a lioness in earlier times, but cats themselves came to be frequently mummified, and feline deities appeared, represented with a cat's head and a woman's body. 

In late antiquity cats were brought from Egypt to Greece and Rome and were viewed as attributes of the goddess DIANA. 

BLACK cats in particular were believed to have magic powers; even their ASHES, strewn over a farmer's fields, were believed to ward off harmful insects and animals. 

For the Celts cats symbolized evil forces and were frequently sacrificed, whereas the Norse goddess Freya was represented in a chariot drawn by cats.

The eye of the cat, which appears to change as the light strikes it from different angles, was considered deceptive, and the animal's ability to hunt even in virtual DARKNESS led to the belief that it was in league with the forces of darkness. 

It was associated with lasciviousness and cruelty and was considered above all the "familiar" (Latin spiritus familiaris) of WITCHES, who were often said to ride black {tom-}cats to their sabbaths. Even today the superstitious believe the black cat brings bad luck. 

Interestingly, humorous or satirical papyri from ancient Egypt often portray a "world turned upside down" in which mice in CHARIOTS wage war on cats in their entrenchments-not unlike the humor we find in "Tom and Jerry" cartoons of our day. 

For some psychologists the cat is "the typically feminine animal, " a creature of the NIGHT, "and woman is, we know, more deeply rooted in the dark, intuitive side of life than man, with his simpler psyche" [Aepplil] 

We are tempted to speculate that the negative valuation of the cat, which we have noted in many cultures, is related to an aggressive attitude toward that which is female. (Note the frequent feline metaphors in misogynist expressions and cliches: a "cat fight" between two women, a "catty" remark, "like a cat in heat.") 

In heraldic tradition cats appear frequently, and with associations that recall little of the ailurophobia we find elsewhere: "Cats, being difficult to catch or to confine, signify liberty. The cat is tireless and cunning when going after its prey-the virtues of a good soldier. This is why the Swabians, Swiss, and Burgundians of old had cats in their coats of arms, standing for liberty" [Bbckler] 

deer (male), stag, hart, or buck 

A symbolic animal prominent in Old World cultures. The stag seems to have been frequently paired with the BULL to form a mythic and cosmological DUALITY, not unlike the wild HORSE and the wild bull in Ice Age CAVE art in the hypothesis of French archaeologists. 

The stag's tree-like antlers with their periodic regeneration made him a symbol of rejuvenation, rebirth, and the passage of time. In Norse mythology four stags graze in the highest branches of the world-tree Yggdrasill, eating buds (hours), blossoms (days), and branches (seasons). 

The deer's antlers were seen as symbols of the SUN'S rays. 

In antiquity the stag was considered the enemy of poisonous SNAKES, its skin an amulet against snakebite. and powdered antler as protection for seed corn against black magic. In ancient China the deer (iu). through homonymy with the word for riches. came to symbolize wealth, and also filial piety (according to fable a young man disguised himself in a deerskin to obtain deer's milk as eye medicine for his blind parents); the animal accompanied the god of longevity, Shou-hsing. Christian iconography is greatly influenced by the 42nd Psalm: "As the hart panteth after the water brooks. so panteth my soul after thee, 0 God" [verse I] .

 According to the early Christian text Physiologus, the deer spits water into every crevice in which poisonous snakes are hiding; it thus floats them out and tramples them. "So too does our Lord strike the serpent. the DEVIL, with heavenly WATER . . .. In another sense. ascetics are like the deer: with tears of penitence they extinguish the flaming ARROWS of evil, and they trample the great serpent. the devil. and kill him." 

The deer is also said to be able to suck snakes out of their holes protecting itself against the snakes' venom by drinking spring water within three hours; then. supposedly, the deer will live another 50 years. "If you have the serpent in your heart, namely sin. then rush to the springs, to the veins of Holy Scripture. and drink the living water. . . and die not of sin." 

Medieval bestiaries repeat all of this. adding: deer discovered the miraculous power of the herb dittany (Dictamnus albus. or gas plant) when they had hunters' arrows in them and found that eating dittany enables them to expel the arrows and their wounds to heal. 

When deer cross a stream each one "lays its head on the hindquarters of the deer in front of it, thus reducing its weight. If they come to a filthy place, they quickly leap away from it. Thus, too, should Christians . . . help carry one another; they should leap over a place of filthy sin, and when they have satanic venom in their bodies they should run to Christ, the true spring and source, to confess and be rejuvenated" [Unterkircher]. 

Deer horn, according to the same sources, is an effective medicine, the RIGHT antler being more potent than the left, and burnt deer horn drives away any snake. Deer meat heals fever, and a salve made from the deer marrow is also an effect ive remedy for it. The stag appears frequently in heraldry, signifying "gentleness and mildness, because the deer is believed to have no yellow bile, the reputed reason for its long life, reaching a hundred years" [Bockler]. 

The antlers also appear alone (or a single antler, or a part thereof), referring, according to Bockler, to "strength." [n this context he explains the symbolism of "putting horns on" a husband: 

The Greek emperor Andronicus had horns placed on the houses of women with whom he had slept, authorizing them to hunt, and thus we speak even today of putting horns on a cuckold. 

Also in the time of Galeazzo Sforza, Count of Milan, women were not ashamed to sleep with princes, for their husbands came away not with paltry but with golden horns and received great honors." [n Celtic myth deer are "cattle of the fairies" and messengers between the world of the gods and that of mortals. The Celtic god Cemunnos was portrayed with antlers on his head like the shamans of ancient peoples. [n Christian sculpture of the Middle Ages the deer is sometimes portrayed nibbling on grapes (see WINE), symbolizing humanity, which even on earth can already enjoy the fruits of God's grace. The animal's striving to reach springs symbolizes the desire for purification through baptism: "Just as the deer devours the snake,/ Then rushes off his thirst to slake,/ Lets spring the venom wash away,! So all is well, can Christian say,! For he is saved, sin's trace is lost,! When in baptismal font he's washed." This is why the relief-work on such fonts often includes the representation of deer. 

The imagery of ALCHEMY sees the deer as a symbol in the context of the classical myth of the hunter ACTAEON, who was transformed into a stag by the goddess DIANA (Artemis) : for the alchemist the deer is a reminder of the possible transmutation of metals in connection with the lunar (see MOON), feminine world of SILVER. 

The animal is referred to figuratively in occasional idioms. Germans speak of "hunting the white deer" to indicate that a task is very difficult, or a goal unattainable; and in English "stag" refers to a man attending a social function unaccompanied by a woman: "to go stag," a "stag party." 

The legends of St. Eustace and St. Hubert tell of a CROSS appearing in the antlers of a hunted stag. Other saints (Meinulf, Meinhold, Oswald, Prokop of Bohemia) are portrayed with deer as their attributes. [n pre-Columbian Central America antlered animals resembling the deer (in Aztec, mazatl; in Maya, manik) give their name to the seventh of the 20 day-signs of the calendar. Like these creatures of the wild, persons born under this sign are said to roam through nature, seeking distant regions and shunning fixed abodes. [n the Shinto religion of Japan, the stag is the mount of the gods and is often portrayed with their symbols on scrolls at shrines. (See also DOE.)

Diana 

The Latin designation, popular in Europe since the Renaissance, for the goddess of the hunt, in Greek Artemis, who by this time had only allegorical or symbolic meaning. Statues of Diana with the crescent-MOON in her hair, bow and ARROWS in her hand, accompanied by hunting DOGS, adorned especially the gardens of the baroque period. 

On occasion, the legendary scene is represented in which ACTEON, having observed the chaste Diana bathing, is transformed into a stag (see DEER) and tom apart by his own hunting dogs. 

The crescent is explained by the fact that the early Italian goddess Diana was originally the goddess of the Moon and only later were the myths relating to Artemis, the mistress of the animals (potnia theron), carried over to her. 

Diana seems to have lived on not only in garden sculpture but also as a mythical figure in Italy. 

The American mythologist Charles G. Leland (1824-1903) reported in his book Arcadia (1899) about a cult of "WITCHES" (streghe) who revered Diana and appealed to her as a great goddess: "Diana! Diana! Diana! Queen of all magicians and of the dark night, the stars, the moon, all fate and fortune! You, mistress of ebb and flow, who shine at night upon the sea, throwing your light upon the water! You, commander of the sea, in your boat like a half-moon. . ." (from a hymn appearing in a legend in which Melampus has his mother ask that he be given the art of understanding the language of SNAKES). 

doe or hind 

A female DEER, stands in many myths for the female animal in general, which can have a demonic character, despite what we see as the gentleness of the doe. 

The second of the Labors of Hercules was to capture the Hind of Ceryneia. 

The chariot of Artemis (in Latin myth DIANA), the goddess of the hunt, was pulled by does. 

The animal is also important in Asiatic myth. In the Ural-Altaic regions she was the supernatural ancestor of several peoples (compare TOTEM).

The Hungarian myth of origlls of a fleeing doe who lured two primeval hunter into a swamp, where she transformed herself into two princesses who coupled with the hunters, becoming the progenitors of the Huns and the Magyars, respectively. 

Similarly, the family tree of Genghis Khan shows a doe and a WOLF as his progenitors. 

A doe was said to have rescued fleeing Frankish warriors by showing them a point at which they could ford the Main River. 

In many old European fairy tales young women and girls are transformed into does. 

In one ancient Chinese legend a doe gives birth to a human child, a girl who is later reared by a man; but when she dies her body disappears, revealing her supernatural origins. 

In prehistoric rites of passage does may have symbolized female initiates.

 [In Mayan mythology of the Yucatan, Zip is a god of the hunt; under the name A Uuc Yol Zip he is portrayed in ancient hieroglyphic writings as a horned man having intercourse with a doe.

No Time for a Lesson in Civics, My Boy

The Judge :

Have you forgotten that I'm the man who passed sentence on Frank Miller? 

You shouldn't have come back, Will. It was stupid. 

Cain :

I figured I had to. 

I figured I had to stay. 

The Judge :

You figured wrong. 

Cain :

I can deputise a posse. 

Ten, 12 guns is all I need. 

The Judge :

Yeah, My Intuition tells me otherwise. 

Cain :

Why? 

The Judge :

No time for a lesson in civics, my boy — 

In the fifth century B.C., The Citizens of Athens, 

having suffered grievously under A Tyrant, 

managed to Depose and Banish him. 

However, when he returned some years later 

with an army of mercenaries, 

those same citizens not only 

opened The Gates for him, 

but stood by while he executed members of The Legal Government. 

A similar thing happened about eight years ago 

in a town called Indian Falls. 

I escaped Death only through the intercession of A Lady 

of somewhat dubious reputation, 

and at the cost of a very handsome ring 

which once belonged to My Mother. 

Unfortunately, I have no more rings. 

Cain :

You're A Judge. 

The Judge :

I've been A Judge many times in many towns. 

And I hope to live 

to be A Judge again. 

Cain :

I can't tell you What to Do. 

The Judge :

Why must you be so stupid, Will? 

Have you forgotten 

What He Is? 

Have you forgotten 

What He's Done to People? 

Have you forgotten 

that He's Crazy? 

Don't you remember 

when he sat in that chair 

and said,

"You'll never hang me. 

I'll come back. 

You'll never hang me. 

I'll come back. 

I'll kill you, Will Kane. 

I swear it, I'll kill you"

 Think I'm letting you down, don't you? 

Cain :

No. 

The Judge :

Look, this is just 

A Dirty Little Village 

in The Middle of Nowhere. 

Nothing that happens here 

is really important. 

Now get out. 

Cain :

There isn't time. 

The Judge :

What a waste. 

Good luck. 

“On December 16, 1961, 

The World turned upside down 

and inside out, 

and I was Born, 

Screaming, in America.

It was The End of The American Dream, 

just before We Lost Our Innocence irrevocably, 

and The TV Eye brought 

The Horror of Our Lives 

into Our Homes for all to see.

I was told when I grew up, 

I could be anything I wanted – 

A Fireman, A Policeman, A Doctor. 

Even President, it seemed. 

And for the first time 

in The History of Mankind, 

something new called 

An 'Astronaut.'

But like many kids growing up 

on a steady diet of Westerns, 

I always wanted to be 

The Cowboy Hero :– 

That Lone Voice 

in The Wilderness 

fighting Corruption and Evil wherever I found it, 

and standing for 

Freedom, Truth and Justice.

And in My Heart of Hearts, 

I still track the remnants 

of That Dream, wherever I go —

on My Never-ending Ride 

into The Setting Sun.

Of course. And Do You Know HOW You Know That?

“I have to say I did come to the 'end' of all magic as I'd known it and been practising for 25 years and, like a man standing blinking and dazed, ears ringing at ground zero of a nuclear blast, I'm trying to find novel ways to explain what has happened and present it to the world in the form of Blank Magic. 

The Filth was written from the eye of the experience. 

All the really good stuff is still to come. 

For anyone who cares to keep up with these things, 

(and I'm sure many of my readers are practitioners), 

the Qabalistic wisdom I carried home from The Filth Working 

is very simple and profound and is expressed by Greg Feely 

in the scene behind the flower shop - 

The Crown is in The Kingdom, 

and 

The Reverse is Also True. 

And for Enochian magic enthusiasts, 

Greg can be read as Nemo tending his garden if you like.

Of course it took me a long time and a lyric from the new Monster Magnet record to finally get 

The Real Message of The Abyss :

'Shut your mouth, 

you big fucking baby!' 

So I will and Horus, 

crazy Child-God of The Aeon, 

will too, 

if you tell him. 

IAMIUHUAMI

Well hopefully you're over that, still hurts I know 

but you can't freely climb The Tree 

if you confine yourself to The Dirt. 

Of course. I feel a whole lot better now 

but times were fucked up for a while 

and it's shaken me right down to my boots.”

“I guess I have to do The Only Thing I CAN Do — ACCEPTANCE.

 

And 

Forgiveness — 

It’s The ONLY Tools We’ve Got Left.

 

And Evolution, 

if yer interested in it."   

CLARA: 

It's no good, Bonnie. 

You can't win. 

CLARA-Z: 

I don't care. 

DOCTOR: 

Hi! Hello! Hello! 

(The two Zygons seize Clara.)

DOCTOR: 

Oh, hello! Hi. Hi. 

Stop this. Stop this, please. 

Let me take both of these boxes away.

We'll forgive, we'll forget. 

And the ceasefire will stand. 

CLARA-Z: 

No. 

Kate goes to the red box.

KATE: 

Doctor, which of these buttons do I press? 

Doctor, which one? 

Truth or Consequences? 

Bonnie aka Clara-Zygon 

stands at the blue box.

CLARA-Z: 

Truth or Consequences? 

DOCTOR: 

This is the Moment 

we've all been waiting for. 

Make your mind up time! 

He goes into American Game Show Host mode

DOCTOR: 

One of those buttons 

will destroy The Zygons, 

Release The Imbecile's gas.

 

The Other One detonates 

The Nuclear Warhead under The Black Archive. 

It'll Destroy Everyone in London.

Bonnie. 

Bonnie, sweetheart! 

One of those buttons 

will unmask every Zygon in The World. 

The Other One cancels their ability 

to change form. 

It'll make them 

Human Beings for ever. 

normal

There are safeguards 

beyond safeguards. 

I did this on a very 

important day for me 

and this ceasefire will stand. 

CLARA-Z: 

This is Wrong. 

DOCTOR: 

No, it's not. 

CLARA-Z: 

You are responsible for all the violence. 

All of the suffering.

 

DOCTOR: 

No, I'm not. 

CLARA-Z: 

Yes. 

DOCTOR: 

No. 

CLARA-Z: 

Yes. You engineered this situation, Doctor. 

This is your fault. 

DOCTOR: 

No, it's not. 

It's your fault. 

CLARA-Z: 

I had to do 

What I've Done. 

DOCTOR: 

So Did I. 

CLARA-Z: 

We've been treated like cattle. 

DOCTOR: 

So what.

CLARA-Z: 

We've been left to fend for ourselves. 

DOCTOR: 

So's everyone. 

CLARA-Z: 

It's Not Fair. 

DOCTOR: 

Oh, it's not Fair! 

Oh, I didn't realise that it was 

Not Fair! 

Well, you know what? 

My TARDIS doesn't work properly 

and I don't have my own personal Tailor. 

CLARA-Z: 

The things don't equate. 

DOCTOR: 

These things have happened, Zygella. 

They are facts. 

You just want cruelty to beget cruelty. 

You're not superior to people who were cruel to you. 

You're just a whole bunch of new cruel people. 

A whole bunch of new cruel people 

being cruel to some other people, 

who'll end up being cruel to you. 

The only way anyone can live in peace 

is if they're prepared to forgive. 

Why don't you break the cycle? 

CLARA-Z: 

Why should we? 

DOCTOR: 

What is it that you actually want? 

(After a long pause.)

CLARA-Z: 

War. 

DOCTOR: 

Ah. Ah, right. 

And when this war is over, when you have a homeland free from humans, what do you think it's going to be like? 

Do you know? 

Have you thought about it? 

Have you given it any consideration? 

Because you're very close to getting 

What You Want. 

What's it going to be like? Paint me a picture. 

Are you going to live in houses? 

Do you want people to go to work?

Will there be holidays? 

Oh! Will there be music? 

Do you think people will be allowed 

to play violins? 

Who's going to make the violins? Well? 

Oh, you don't actually know, do you? 

Because, like every other 

tantrumming child in history, Bonnie, 

You don't actually know What You Want. 

So, let me ask you A Question 

about this Brave New World of yours :-- 

When you've killed all The Bad Guys, 

and when it's all Perfect and Just and Fair, 

when you have finally got it 

exactly The Way You Want It --

What are You Going to Do with 

The People Like You? 

The Troublemakers. 

How are you going to protect 

Your Glorious Revolution from 

The Next One? 

CLARA-Z: 

We'll win. 

DOCTOR: 

Oh, will you? Well, maybe, 

maybe you will win! 

But nobody wins for long. 

The Wheel just keeps turning. 

So, come on. 

Break The Cycle. 

CLARA-Z: 

Why are you still talking? 

DOCTOR: 

Because I Want to 

Get You to See, 

and I'm almost there! 

CLARA-Z: 

Do you know what I see, Doctor? 

A Box. 

A Box with Everything I Need. 

A fifty percent chance. 

KATE: 

For us, too. 

Both women have their hands poised 

over the buttons. 

The Doctor resumes Games Host mode.

DOCTOR: 

And we're off! Fingers on buzzers! 

Are you feeling lucky? 

Are you ready to 

Play The Game? 

Who's going to be quickest? 

Who's going to be luckiest? 

KATE: 

This is not A Game! 

DOCTOR: 

No, it's not A Game, sweetheart, 

and I mean that most sincerely. 

CLARA-Z: 

Why are you doing this? 

KATE: 

Yes, I'd quite like to know that, too. 

You set this up. Why? 

DOCTOR: 

Because it's not A Game, Kate. 

This is a scale model of War. 

Every war ever fought, 

right there in front of you. 

Because it's always the same —

When you fire that first shot, 

no matter how right you feel, 

You Have No Idea Who's Going to Die! 

You don't know whose children 

are going to scream and burn! 

How many hearts will be broken! 

How many lives shattered! 

How much blood will spill until 

everybody does what they were always 

going to have to do

from The Very Beginning -- 

Sit Down and Talk! 

(sigh) 

Listen to me. 

Listen, I just, I just want you to think. 

Do you know what thinking is? 

It's just a fancy word for changing your mind. 

CLARA-Z: 

I will not change my mind. 

Dr. Disco : 

Then you will die stupid. 

Alternatively, you could 

step away from that box, 

You can walk right out of that door 

and you could stand 

Your Revolution down. 

CLARA-Z: 

No! I'm not stopping this, Doctor. 

I started it. I will not stop it. 

You think They'll let me go, 

after what I've done? 

Dr. Disco : 

You're all the same, you screaming kids.

You know that? 

"Look at me, I'm unforgivable."

 

Well, here's the unforeseeable : 

I forgive you. 

After all you've done, I forgive you. 

CLARA-Z: 

You don't understand. 

You will never understand. 

Dr. Disco : 

I don't understand? 

Are you kidding? Me? 

Of course I understand. 

I mean, do you call this a war? 

This funny little thing? 

This is not a war! 

I fought in a bigger war 

than you will ever know.

I did worse things 

than you could ever imagine. 

And when I close my eyes 

I hear more screams 

than anyone could ever 

be able to count! 

And do you know what you do 

with all that pain? 

Shall I tell you where you put it? 

You hold it tight 

'til it burns your hand, 

and you say this :

"No one else will ever 

have to live like this. 

No one else will have to 

feel this pain. 

Not on my watch!"

(Kate closes the lid of the red box and steps back.)

Dr. Disco : 

Thank you. 

Thank you.

KATE: 

I'm sorry. 

Dr. Disco : 

I know. I know. 

Thank you. 

(to Clara-Z) 

Well? 

(Long, LONG pause.)

CLARA-Z:

It's empty, isn't it? 

Both boxes. 

There's nothing in them. 

Just buttons. 

DOCTOR : 

Of course. 

And do you know 

How you know that? 

Because you've started 

to think like me. 

Clara-Z drops her hand away 

from the buttons.

DOCTOR: 

It's Hell, isn't it?

 

No one should have 

to think like that. 

And no one will. 

Not on Our Watch. 

Their eyes meet

Gotcha.

CLARA-Z: 

How can you be so sure? 

DOCTOR: 

Because you have a disadvantage, Zygella. 

I know that face. 

KATE: 

This is all very well, 

but we know the boxes are empty now --

We can't forget that. 

DOCTOR: 

No, well, er, you've said that 

the last fifteen times. 

He sonics the memory filter 

in the ceiling. 

Bang!  

Osgood leans an unconscious Kate 

against a rack of stuff. 

Clara-Z closes the blue box. 

I Think The Thing HAD to Happen -- and Something Triggered, The Occasion.

“ I wanna add that : History show us that NUTS are not the •only• ones capable of Evil Deeds — That Gentlemen of Principle and Power, and Genteel Manner, can  arrive at Very GRIM Decisions —

If They commit crimes, it’s not because they harbour murky, or perverse impulses, but because they feel •compelled• to deal with The  Dangers to their Way of Life.

This doesn’t mean that They are motivated by purely financial reasons — although, that is a very reason consideration, I think  — but They equate their vital interests with the wellbeing of their Society and The Nation : — in this case, the wellbeing of The Cause of Southern Rights.

And far from being immoral, or unscrupulous, they are individuals of Principles that are SO lofty, as to elevate Them above the restraints of ordinary morality —

They don’t act on sudden impulse — The Feeling grows amongst Them that ‘Something Must Be DONE — Something That is Best for All.’; that ‘The Situation is Becoming Intolerable.’

They move gradually towards The Position..... the change is gradual, and yet so compelling that when They •arrive• at their decision, They’re no-longer shocked by the extreme measures that They are willing to employ —

The Execution of The Unsavory Deed is made all-the-easier by delegating it’s commission down to more lower-level operatives.

Most of The Evil — most of The Evil in HISTORY is perpetrated, not by monsters or by LONE psychotics, but by Men of Responsibility and Commitment, whose most unsettling aspect is the •apparent• normality of their deportment..... 

It’s like, Child Molesters, we’re finding.....!

‘There’s Danger in The Stranger’ — it’s not The Stranger, we find, that you wanna watch out for...... “

— Michael Parentii

Huey Long: Share the Wealth

“Well, I just thought he was just a swell man 

and he done a lot for

The State of Louisiana.

He built Our Bridges,

he built Our Highways.

And one time he come to Morgan City

and made a speech

and somebody asked him

why he was bringing so much

outside labour in there.

He said, 

"Well, when these people teach us Cajuns

How to Build Bridges, we'll start building them ourself,

and we'll send them back."

So... and he was just swell all the way around, that's all I can say.

I would say that Huey Long was A Good Man -- 

He helped The Poor.

And he wrote a book -- 

My First Days in the White House.

And if they wouldn't have killed him

I believe he would be president --

Because he was smart.

Well, now, everybody loved him.

That's why.

There's nobody hated him.

No poor people ever hated him."

"I can't remember any Saturday night 

that I went anywhere that we didn't talk

about killing Huey Long.

It was the normal conversation.

I suppose that the very strong pro-Long people

weren't talking that way, but the antis certainly.

It doesn't mean you meant to do it.

It just meant that you wished that there was some way to rid The State of this --

Incubus.

"The atmosphere was so thick and so tense that I've always said that

while there was no conspiracy

and no specific plan to assassinate Huey Long

I think The Thing HAD to happen

and something triggered The Occasion."