Pro Life Inc. is up to their old tricks. FNC is boosting them too. They had some "anti abortion" infobabe on Fox and Friends this am, talking about how retarded children are "gifts from God" etc. These people are so ungrateful and pathetic. Fortunately, no one in trw cares
καὶ κεραμεὺς κεραμεῖ κοτέει καὶ τέκτονι τέκτων,
καὶ πτωχὸς πτωχῷ φθονέει καὶ ἀοιδὸς ἀοιδῷ.
"Potter is angry with potter, and craftsman with craftsman | and beggar is jealous of beggar, and bard of bard."
Hesiod, Works & Days 25-26
When this photto was taken in 1986, my uncle was already the world's foremost Sherlockian scholar. In 2001 he was assassinated after discovering Sherlock Holmes's private letters among the perosnal papers of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's last surviving daughter.
His name, for those who have not read my earlier posts on the matter, was Richard Lancelyn Green. He was the author of many books, a professional stage actor, a minor aristocrat, a child prodigy, & a prominent figure within a family already distinguished for literary achievement.
Both the manner & surrounding circumstances of his assassination were so extravagently theatrical that if they appeared on film, the whole affair would be dismissed as a direct assault on the viewer's suspension of disbelief.
At the centre of the affair was a collection of unpublished letters from the literary papers of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, author of Sherlock Holmes. The letters remained in the possession of Doyle's last surviving daughter, who, towards the end of her life, enjoyed a close friendship with my uncle.
What particularly intrigued him was a claim made by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's daughter. According to my uncle, she had revealed to him an extraordinary 'truth' concerning Sherlock Holmes himself——a truth which, he believed, would not merely alter our perception of Holmes as a fictional character, but alter our perception of history itself. It was a truth he had previously suspected, & he believed that the letters would finally prove it beyond any shadow of dispute. Precisely what this truth was, he did not say. He never explained the matter fully, and so the task of reconstructing his theory has fallen to me.
During this period, a mysterious American had begun telephoning him & advising him, if he valued his life, to discontinue his efforts to obtain what he described as 'the letters of Sherlock Holmes'. Richard subsequently told his friends & several members of his immediate family that he believed he was being actively followed, & that a conspiracy existed to prevent these letters from coming into his possession. He had also received a series of E-mails to the same effect.
The theory concerns the manner in which real people might be, as it were, erased from the historical record, not in the crude fashion of being merely blotted out entirely, but by the rather more effective method of being recast as familiar fictional character. In that form, they are then permitted, indeed enocuraged, to acquire a certain popularity.
A most extraordinary theory, to be sure, but whats even more extraordinary is the fact that evidence for it exists; and whether one accepts the evidence or not, it is undeniable that my uncle had stumbled on something remarkable, was convinced the letters would provide the missing proof, had received death threats & warnings to abandon this matter, believed that he was being followed, and ended up dead.
I shall leave others to judge how significant that sequence of events may be.
About three or four hundred pages* into infinite Jest, there is a footnote which describes a carnival tent within which an event is promoted from opposite sides. In the main entrance, spectators watch performers undergo grotesque degradations and, transfixed by the spectacle, slowly transform into giant gaping eyeballs.
At the side entrance, a promoter advertises the opportunity to watch real human beings turn into man-sized eyeballs, so long as one consents to undergo grotesque degradations.
Many things now seem adjacent to this.