Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Coinyekcidence

I knew his name, of course, but I'd never read Pat Conroy before...hadn't even seen any of the movies based on his books...but I needed an audiobook lickety split, and when I saw the title My Reading Life, it made me interested enough to want to give it a listen for at least the length of a three mile walk.

I was further intrigued by the idea that Pat Conroy was doing the reading himself.

And it was a good book. Very interesting. Pat Conroy's enthusiasm for the books he talked about was so contagious that I found myself, for the first time in my life, wanting to read Gone With the Wind (the subject of the first chapter). 

So I ended up sticking with it. And it just kept being interesting. I found myself wanting to read Thomas Wolfe again. I found myself really wanting to read James Dickey again. I even found myself wanting to check out a Pat Conroy book or two, maybe.

I finished My Reading Life off whilst cutting the grass today. And decided to stop in at Half-Price Books on my way home from dropping Jacqueline off at her mom's house. Within minutes I spotted a paperback of Deliverance on the spinner rack in the back of the store. For $1. Well. A few minutes after that, I spotted a hardcover copy of Alnilam for $2.

I've been trying not to buy any books lately, but for fuck's sake...how could I NOT?

More details as they happen. 



P.S. I'm going to be needing some of Dickey's poetry sometime soon, too, universe, so if it's not too much trouble....

P.P.S. Just one more thing.... Pat Conroy also said that James Dickey's Poems 1957-67 was THE greatest book of American poetry EVer. So just in case the Universe doesn't come through on that one, I put it on reserve at the Louisville Free Public Library. So there's that. Mmm-hmm.

Monday, April 29, 2019

Game of Thrones, Season 8

It's all fun and games until someone looses a dragon.


Marriage

Maybe it's just the punch drunk sense of humor of a twice divorced man, but I thought this bit from Henry Thomas Buckle's History of Civilization in England Volume III was pretty fuckin' funny:



Sunday, April 28, 2019

That's What Daniel Pinkwater Says...


"...this
is
a
beautiful
world,
and
it
wants
to
take
care
of
us."

The Neddiad: How Neddie Took the Train, Went to Hollywood, and Saved Civilization
 by Daniel Pinkwater

Avengers: Endgame

No spoilers here, of course. My mama taught me right. 

Saw it yesterday afternoon...and my attention did not flag for 3 hours. I was glad that I had read ahead to know that there would be no post end credits scene, though, as I really needed to hit the bathroom when the names began to roll.

And you know...there were some nits I could pick, but they hardly even matter. This movie made me laugh out loud a half-dozen times, it made me cry twice, and it absolutely delighted me a whole bunch of times. And even though there wasn't much that I would call predictable in any of the plot twists, at the same time I can honestly say that what happened made sense...was even logically implied by what had come before in the last decade's worth of Marvel films.

I wouldn't call it a great movie...but it was really good. And it certainly was great entertainment.

Obviously there are a lot of people who agree. I just checked Box Office Mojo a minute ago to see how the film was doing after less than two full days of release...and it's at number 18 on the All Time Box Office list. Well, more or less. Check this out:



Looks like somebody is having a hard time keeping up.

I think I just read that this was the biggest Opening Weekend of all time. And the weekend isn't even over yet, for Pete's sake.

So yeah, it's worth doing. Hell yeah. I might could even go see it again. Maybe in 3D this time?

Friday, April 26, 2019

A History Book Made Me Cry



Well..."A History Book." I'm talking about Henry Thomas Buckle's History of Civilization in England Volume III, which is, at the very least, a lot more than "A History Book." But that said, here's the passage. No, wait a minute...a little context first.

Buckle's 1840 visit to Europe with his sister and mother (when he was 19 years old) inspired him to write a History of Civilization of England. Whilst in Europe he taught himself to read eighteen foreign languages. He spent seventeen years, working ten hours a day to produce his great historical work. (That's over 60,000 hours.)

By 1851 he decided that his work would be the history of civilization and spent six years writing, altering and revising the first volume. History of Civilization in England was first published in June 1857.

The work remained unfinished by his death in 1862. It was originally intended to expand to 14 volumes.

His last words were, "My book, what about my book?" 1

Okay. Now the passage:

"To solve the great problem of affairs; to detect those hidden circumstances which determine the march and destiny of nations; and to find, in the events of the past, a key to the proceedings of the future, is nothing less than to unite into a single science all the laws of the moral and physical world. Whoever does this, will build up afresh the fabric of our knowledge, re-arrange its various parts, and harmonize its apparent discrepancies. Perchance, the human mind is hardly ready for so vast an enterprise. At all events, he who undertakes it will meet with little sympathy, and will find few to help him. And let him toil as he may, the sun and noontide of his life shall pass by, the evening of his days shall overtake him, and he himself have to quit the scene, leaving that unfinished which he had vainly hoped to complete. He may lay the foundation; it will be for his successors to raise the edifice. Their hands will give the last touch; they will reap the glory; their names will be remembered when he is forgotten. It is, indeed, too true, that such a work requires, not only several minds, but also the successive experience of several generations. Once, I own, I thought otherwise. Once, when I first caught sight of the whole field of knowledge, and seemed, however dimly, to discern its various parts and the relation they bore to each other, I was so entranced with its surpassing beauty, that the judgment was beguiled, and I deemed myself able, not only to cover the surface, but also to master the details. Little did I know how the horizon enlarges as well as recedes, and how vainly we grasp at the fleeting forms, which melt away and elude us in the distance. Of all that I had hoped to do, I now find but too surely how small a part I shall accomplish. In those early aspirations, there was much that was fanciful; perhaps there was much that was foolish. Perhaps, too, they contained a moral defect, and savoured of an arrogance which belongs to a strength that refuses to recognize its own weakness. Still, even now that they are defeated and brought to nought, I cannot repent having indulged in them, but, on the contrary, I would willingly recall them, if I could. For, such hopes belong to that joyous and sanguine period of life, when alone we are really happy; when the emotions are more active than the judgment; when experience has not yet hardened our nature; when the affections are not yet blighted and nipped to the core; and when the bitterness of disappointment not having yet been felt, difficulties are unheeded, obstacles are unseen, ambition is a pleasure instead of a pang, and the blood coursing swiftly through the veins, the pulse beats high, while the heart throbs at the prospect of the future. Those are glorious days; but they go from us, and nothing can compensate their absence. To me, they now seem more like the visions of a disordered fancy, than the sober realities of things that were, and are not. It is painful to make this confession; but I owe it to the reader, because I would not have him to suppose that either in this, or in the future volumes of my History, I shall be able to redeem my pledge, and to perform all that I promised. Something, I hope to achieve, which will interest the thinkers of this age; and something, perhaps, on which posterity may build. It will, however, only be a fragment of my original design. In the two last chapters I have attempted, and in the two next chapters I shall still further attempt, to solve a curious problem in the history of Scotland, which is intimately connected with other problems of a yet graver import: but though the solution will, I believe, be complete, the evidence of the solution will, most assuredly, be imperfect. I regret to add, that such imperfection is henceforth an essential part of my plan. It is essential, because I despair of supplying those deficiencies in my knowledge, of which I grow more sensible in proportion as my views become more extensive. It is also essential, because, after a fair estimate of my own strength, of the probable duration of my life, and of the limits to which industry can safely be pushed, I have been driven to the conclusion, that this Introduction, which I had projected as a solid foundation on which the history of England might subsequently be raised, must either be greatly curtailed, and consequently shorn of its force, or that, if not curtailed, there will hardly be a chance of my being able to narrate, with the amplitude and fulness of detail which they richly deserve, the deeds of that great and splendid nation with which I am best acquainted, and of which it is my pride to count myself a member. It is with the free, the noble, and the high-minded English people, that my sympathies are most closely connected; on them my affections naturally centre; from their literature, and from their example, my best lessons have been learnt; and it is now the most cherished and the most sacred desire of my heart, that I may succeed in writing their history, and in unfolding the successive phases of their mighty career, while I am yet somewhat equal to the task, and before my faculties have begun to dwindle, or the power of continuous attention has begun to decay."

There is a man coming face to face with his own mortality. I wish he had had more years on this planet to come closer to fulfilling his vision. 







1  Sorry to admit that I don't know where I got this information from...and I altered it so much in condensing and rewording it that my searches for the original source have been in vain. Most likely it started with Wikipedia, but there seems to be a bit of Encyclopedia Brittanica involved as well. If I manage to locate anything else, you'll be the first to hear about it.

Sunday, April 21, 2019

That's My Girl (Autistic Humor)


One of the bedtime books Jacqueline and I are reading is The Neddiad: How Neddie Took the Train, Went to Hollywood, and Saved Civilization by Daniel Pinkwater (highly recommended! ). At the beginning of each chapter, there's a small drawing, and I always ask Jacqueline what she thinks it is. Sometimes it's hard to tell. On tonight's chapter, the picture was of a strange-looking hat. When I asked Jacqueline what it was, she replied, "A leaf!" I said "No, try again." She looked at it and said, "Underwear!" (Which I can see.) "No," I said, after I had stopped laughing. "Try again!" She looked at it again and said, "Underwear on a stick!" I really couldn't hope for anything better than that, could I?

P.S. The next morning I thought I'd ask Joe (who is also autistic) what he thought about the picture from The Neddiad. I showed it to him and asked him what it was. He said, "A shamrock." A pretty good guess...and a surprising one. I said, "No, try again." He said, "A leaf." I said, "No, try again." He said, "A hat." Hmpf. What do you think about that?


Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Buckle's History of Civilization in England Vol. III


DVD Extra: It's actually still Day 63 of Buckle, but I decided to go ahead and prep Volume III so that I could hit the ground running tomorrow morning. As previously noted, Volume III is in the same shape that Volume II was in terms of uncut pages. In fact, I'm pretty sure that 2/3s of the pages were uncut. Which is a lot of pages to hack up with a razor blade. I did a much better job this time than I did on Volume II...though every time that thought occurred to me as I was cutting, I'd gouge a page up pretty badly. Maybe an inverse  variation on Hamlet's "So full of artless jealousy is guilt, / It spills itself in fearing to be spilt." But I kept at it until I'd gone through the whole volume, so I won't have to do that again. I also noticed that the text of the book ends on page 482 (and is then followed by 66 pages of Index)...which was disappointing in that that means I have 100 pages less of HofCiE than I thought I did. It also means that if I stick to my 20 pages per day pace, I have only 24 days left before I'm finished this volume...which would put my end date at May 10th. Which doesn't seem vary far away at all. And she-it...that means I will have read the whole of Buckle's masterwork in a mere 87 days. That just doesn't seem fair, does it? It's also kind of startling in the context of It Took Me 685 Days to Read A History of Philosophy. (And you know...I'd have to say that if I had to choose which one of them was the Most Significant, as much as I loved and was enlivened and spiritually energized by Copleston, I'd choose Buckle. So if you want to save 600 days, you know what to do.) So I guess I'd better go ahead and get planning on what comes next. I'm thinking that I should just stick with Buckle until I've exhausted that mine. I mean, I've got this




bit of loveliness...and that would take some time to run through. Let's see, about 2,000 pages...if I could do 20 pages a day, that would be 100 days. But I doubt that I could. These pages are quite a bit bigger than the HoCiE pages. Well, we'll see. But I think this might be the plan. Mmm-hmmm.

Meanwhile....



Day 64: 4/17/19

This time around Buckle shifts his attention to Scotland...and boy are they in for a good pummeling. 

Some typos:





Hmmm...it's the same error. And both are also present in The Project Gutenberg 1878 version of the book. And OH! I just found an online version of the first printing (1867), and they're there as well. Maybe this is a regionalism and not an error after all. Hmpf.

Speaking of the online version of the first edition...you can find it at https://archive.org/details/in.ernet.dli.2015.189176/page/n13, but something is fucked up with it. The "first" page of text displayed is page 33 on the left and a blank page on the right, and that continues until page 39 on the left and the title page on the right. 

So I sent them this email:















And here's an admission of how naive I am: I honestly think that someone at The Internet Archive will give a fuck. Shame, shame, to be so old and still cling to such notions.

Sigh.

News as it happens, of course.


20





_______________

1  One of my favorite professors at Bellarmine College 2  back in the day...the day being late 1980 and into 1981, possibly 1982 as well...was Margaret Mahoney, who just passed away about a year ago (March 11, 2018) at the age of 86. She was one of those straight up, stand and deliver professors who lectured pretty much non-stop for a whole class period. But it was lively stuff. She was witty and smart and just lovely. And whenever she wanted to stop talking about one topic and switch to another, she would say, "Meanwhile...." I always wrote that in my notes. And every time I hear, see, or write the word "meanwhile," I think of Dr. Margaret Mahoney. 

2  It was College back then. It didn't become Bellarmine University until September 14, 2000,


Day 65: 4/18/19

More songs about how Scotland sucks. One of the more interesting aspects of this was learning how small Scottish cities were in the 17th century...like 1,000 to 3,000 people. And most of the houses were just hovels, apparently. 

Interesting footnote:



Now, you know that I needed to find out what THAT was, right? And thanks to the miracle of Google Books...and more intense searching than I thought would be necessary...I found the page referred to:



So urine. Which is (1) what I thought it would be (since poop doesn't sound like a good idea for soap) and (2) not what I would call "unspeakable," but those were different times (when  the poets studied rows of verse, and all the ladies rolled their eyes).

So that was a nice little canter.

Another typo: 




The same thing appears in the Project Gutenberg 1878 version...and, yes, in the Internet Archive first edition as well. Pretty sure this is a typo and not a difference in the use of language...for one thing, because when I was searching for the word I found a number of other uses of both "mark" and "marked," and in every case "mark" was used in the noun / verb sense you'd expect from today's usage, and "marked" was used as an adjective (as it should be in this example). So there you have it.

Oh, and speaking of Internet Archive...



So I guess somebody does give a shit. Kind of.

Meanwhile....


40


Day 66: 4/19/19

A word or two on cruelty




60




Day 67: 4/20/19


More bad shit about Scotland...and another great footnote:

184  Tyler's History of Scotland, vol. v. pp. 59, 62, 63. Of the Earl of Glencairn, Chalmers (Caledonia, vol. iii. p. 485) says, that he was a ‘religious ruffian, who enjoyed pensions from Henry VIII., for injuring the country of his birth, and benefits.’ This, besides being ungrammatical, is foolish. Glencairn, like the other aristocratic leaders of the Reformation, was, no doubt, influenced by sordid motives; but, so far from injuring his country, he rendered it great service.

Fuckin' A, Bubba.


80


Day 68: 4/21/19


100




Day 69: 4/22/19

A typo:



A Shake-speare  allusion:



And I learned that King James I of England (VI of Scotland) was kind of a gigantic douche bag.  Also, there were quite a few reference to a James Melville who sounded like a very interesting character. Might have to take a little look around for him later on. 




120

The Full Frontal version of today's bookmark reveals Jet's legs and my belly and a foot:





Day 70: 4/23/19

Another in the series of Footnotes I Love:




A maxim which should be known by all:



And a long section which kind of sums it all up, I think:

"The ruling classes have for the moment immense power, which they invariably abuse, except when they are restrained either by fear or by shame. The people may inspire them with fear; public opinion may inspire them with shame. But whether or not that shall happen, depends on the spirit of the people, and on the state of opinion. These two circumstances are themselves governed by a long chain of antecedents, stretching back to a period always very distant, and sometimes so remote as to baffle observation. When the evidence is sufficiently abundant those antecedents may be generalized; and their generalization conducts us to certain large and powerful causes, on which the whole movement depends. In short periods the operation of these causes is imperceptible, but in long periods it is conspicuous and supreme; it colours the national character; it controls the great sweep and average of affairs. In Scotland, as I have already shown, general causes made the people love their clergy, and made the clergy love liberty. As long as these two facts coexisted, the destiny of the nation was safe. It might be injured, insulted, and trampled upon. It might be harmed in various ways; but the greater the harm the surer the remedy, because the higher the spirit of the country would be roused. All that was needed was a little more time, and a little more provocation. We who, standing at a distance, can contemplate these matters from an elevation, and see how events pressed on and thickened, cannot mistake the regularity of their sequence. Notwithstanding the apparent confusion, all was orderly and methodical. To us the scheme is revealed. There is the fabric, and it is of one hue and one make. The pattern is plainly marked, and fortunately it was worked into a texture whose mighty web was not to be broken, either by the arts or the violence of designing men."

An allusion...I think it's to Shelley:




In "The Masque of Anarchy," Shelley says 
"Rise, like lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number!
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you:
Ye are many—they are few!"


140


Day 71: 4/24/19

Here's a most excellent footnote quote:

"With their interests, a peaceful, strong government was as inconsistent as a well-guarded sheepfold with the interest of wolves." Burton's History of Scotland, Volume I. p 106.

Sounds familiar.

And furthermore:

"This is an abyss of wickedness, into which even the most corrupt natures rarely fall. There have been, and always will be, many men who care nothing for human suffering, and who will inflict any amount of pain, in order to gain certain ends. But to take delight in the spectacle, is a peculiar and hideous abomination. James, however, was so dead to shame, that he did not care even to conceal his horrible tastes. Whenever torture was inflicted, he was sure to be present, feasting his eyes, and revelling with a fiendish joy. It makes our flesh creep to think that such a man should have been the ruler of millions. But what shall we say to the Scotch bishops, who applauded him, of whose conduct they were daily witnesses? Where can we find language strong enough to stigmatize those recreant priests, who, having passed years in attempting to subjugate the liberties of their country, did, towards the close of their career, and just before their final fall, band together, and employ their united authority, as ministers of a holy and peaceful religion, to stamp with public approval, a prince, whose malignant cruelty made him loathed by his contemporaries, and whose revolting predilections, unless we ascribe them to a diseased brain, are not only a slur upon the age which tolerated them, but a disgrace to the higher instincts of our common nature? So utterly corrupt, however, were the ruling classes in Scotland, that such crimes seem hardly to have excited indignation. The sufferers were refractory subjects, and against them every thing was lawful."


Which also sounds familiar.

And as for this--


"The ordinary Highlanders esteem it the most sublime degree of virtue to love their chief, and pay him a blind obedience, although it be in opposition to the government, the laws of the kingdom, or even to the law of God. He is their idol; and as they profess to know no king but him...so will they say, they ought to do whatever he commands, without inquiry."


                                    --I can only say, Thank God this only applies to 18th century Highland Scots.

160


Day 72: 4/25/19



Oh, look:


☀️
ønew

180


Day 73: 4/26/19

Education:


Psychohistory:


Made me cry: https://songsofinnocenceampexperience.blogspot.com/2019/04/a-history-book-made-me-cry.html

200


Day 74: 4/27/19

Book referred to in footnotes sounds interesting:



Stories about horrible things that happen to people who fuck with ministers.

220



Day 75: 4/28/19


Another great footnote:

"To read the coarse materialism contained in this and other extracts, will, I know, shock, and so far offend, many pure and refined minds, whose feelings I would not needlessly wound. But no one can understand the history of the Scotch intellect, who refuses to enter into these matters; and it is for the reader to choose whether or not he will remain ignorant of what I, as an historian, am bound to disclose. His remedy is easy. He has only either to shut the book, or else to pass on at once to the next chapter."

As a matter of fact, there were several noteworthy footnotes this time around, but my state of mind is not sufficiently buoyant to pursue copying them down here. Suffice it to say that if you read pages 220 to 240 in Volume III that you'll encounter several fns which are quite personal and, I thought, poignant.



240




Day 76: 4/29/19

Henry Thomas Buckle, you so funny:




260


Day 77: 4/30/19

Two "shockers" today:



and


And a lot more on why the Scottish Church was nasty, filthy, and rotten.


280



Day 78: 5/1/19

And the Footnote Of The Day Award goes to...

 "The natural understanding is the most whorish thing in the world." . . . " Rutherford's Christ Dying, p. 181

Now THAT's a spicy meat-a-ball-uh.

In other news...





Jet seems to have an especial fondness for History of Civilization in England Volume III. She doesn't fuck around with any of my other books, but she is constantly seeking this one out, touching it, laying on top of it, etc. I am beginning to suspect that there's some reincarnation thing going on here.


300


Oh, no...only 182 text pages to go. 😞☹️🙍😦😩🙁🙎
That's only NINE MORE DAYS!

Day 79: 5/2/19

Some stuff on Adam Smith, especially An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations, which is mos def going on my Read Before You Die list. In fact, it'd be a perfect book to do Daily Devotional style, wouldn't it?


320


Day 80: 5/3/19

On Adam Smith's work in composing Wealth of Nations:

"And the ten years which he employed in composing his great work, were not spent in one of those busy haunts of men, where he might have observed all the phenomena of industry, and studied the way in which the operations of trade affect human character, and are affected by it. He did not resort to one of those vast marts and emporiums of commerce, where the events were happening which he was seeking to explain. That was not his method. On the contrary, the ten years, during which he was occupied in raising to a science the most active department of life, were passed in complete seclusion in Kirkaldy, his quiet little birthplace. He had always been remarkable for absence of mind, and was so little given to observation, as to be frequently oblivious of what was passing around him. In that obliviousness, he, amid the tranquil scenes of his childhood, could now indulge without danger. There, cheered, indeed, by the society of his mother, but with no opportunity of observing human nature upon a large scale, and far removed from the hum of great cities, did this mighty thinker, by the force of his own mind, unravel the numerous and complicated phenomena of wealth, detect the motives which regulate the conduct of the most energetic and industrious portion of mankind, and lay bare the schemes and the secrets of that active life from which he was shut out, while he, immured in comparative solitude, was unable to witness the very facts which he succeeded in explaining."


340


Day 81: 5/4/19

Speaking of Adam Smith, Alexander Carlyle, "who knew him well, says, "He was the most absent man in company that I ever saw, moving his lips, and talking to himself, and smiling, in the midst of large companies." Autobiography of the Reverend Alexander Carlyle, Second Edition, 1860.

That made me love Adam Smith immensely...and see more than a bit of my beloved daughter, Jacqueline, in him. Wealth of Nations, here I come.
360



Day 82: 5/5/19

A really sad reference in today's Devotional Reading. This



appears a mere 120 pages from the end of Volume III...which is the last part of this work which Buckle wrote. I like to think that in Heaven's Library the complete 20 Volume Edition of History of Civilization in England is in constant demand.

On a happier note, here's a bit on Shake-speare:

"...I can hardly doubt, that one of the reasons why we, in England, made such wonderful discoveries during the seventeenth century, was because that century was also the great age of English poetry. The two mightiest intellects our country has produced are Shakspeare and Newton; and that Shakspeare should have preceded Newton, was, I believe, no casual or unmeaning event. Shakspeare and the poets sowed the seed, which Newton and the philosophers reaped. Discarding the old scholastic and theological pursuits, they drew attention to nature, and thus became the real founders of all natural science. They did even more than this. They first impregnated the mind of England with bold and lofty conceptions. They taught the men of their generation to crave after the unseen. They taught them to pine for the ideal, and to rise above the visible world of sense. In this way, by cultivating the emotions, they opened one of the paths which lead to truth. The impetus which they communicated, survived their own day, and, like all great movements, was felt in every department of thought."

That's some heavy duty praise from a man who sometimes gives the impression that literature is kinda sorta a waste of time. Also interesting that he spells the name as "Shakspeare." 5 times. I just checked, and in Volume I it's "Shakespeare" 1 time and "Shakespeare" 4 times, and in Volume II it's "Shakespeare" 4 times) and no "Shakspeare." So maybe it's just a typo / editing error. Though I feel compelled to say that "Shakspeare" is the way the name is spelled on the last page of Will's will.


380*


* It's actually page 382. Shhhhhh. I read a couple of "extra" pages today because this puts me an even 100 pages from the end. The end! ☹️


Day 83: 5/6/19

"For, the great enemy of knowledge is not error, but inertness. All that we want is discussion, and then we are sure to do well, no matter what our blunders may be. One error conflicts with another; each destroys its opponent, and truth is evolved. This is the course of the human mind, and it is from this point of view that the authors of new ideas, the proposers of new contrivances, and the originators of new heresies, are benefactors of their species. Whether they are right or wrong, is the least part of the question. They tend to excite the mind; they open up the faculties; they stimulate us to fresh inquiry; they place old subjects under new aspects; they disturb the public sloth; and they interrupt, rudely, but with most salutary effect, that love of routine, which, by inducing men to go grovelling on in the ways of their ancestors, stands in the path of every improvement, as a constant, an outlying, and, too often, a fatal obstacle."


Again, Poetry envisions:

Hnnh! Typo!


400


Day 84: 5/7/19



Did the concept of a TOE exist in the mid 1800s?


Why people support Trump:



Why Shake-speare's works weren't written by more than one man:



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Day 85: 5/8/19




440



Day 86: 5/9/19



"We cannot, however, be too often reminded, that the really great men, and those who are the sole permanent benefactors of their species, are not the great experimenters, nor the great observers, nor the great readers, nor the great scholars, but the great thinkers. Thought is the creator and vivifier of all human affairs. Actions, facts, and external manifestations of every kind, often triumph for a while; but it is the progress of ideas which ultimately determines the progress of the world. Unless these are changed, every other change is superficial, and every improvement is precarious."

Which is kind of Übermensch-y, isn't it?


460

And now...the end is near.




Day 87: 5/10/19

Climate change deniers, please consider these words:




This final volume ended with quite a stirring panegyric which I feel compelled to quote in its entirety:

"The more we know of the laws of nature, the more clearly do we understand that every thing which happens in the material world, pestilence, earthquake, famine, or whatever it may be, is the necessary result of something which had previously happened. Cause produces effect, and the effect becomes, in its turn, a cause of other effects. In that operation, we see no gap, and we admit of no pause. To us, the chain is unbroken; the constancy of nature is unviolated. Our minds become habituated to contemplate all physical phenomena as presenting an orderly, uniform, and spontaneous march, and running on in one regular and uninterrupted sequence. This is the scientific view. It is also the religious view. Against it, we have the theological view; but that which has already lost its hold over the intellect of men is now losing its hold over their affections, and is so manifestly perishing, that at present no educated person ventures to defend it, without so limiting and guarding his meaning, as to concede to its opponents nearly every point which is really at issue.
While, however, in regard to the material world, the narrow notions formerly entertained, are, in the most enlightened countries, almost extinct, it must be confessed that, in regard to the moral world, the progress of opinion is less rapid. The same men who believe that Nature is undisturbed by miraculous interposition, refuse to believe that man is equally undisturbed. In the one case, they assert the scientific doctrine of regularity; in the other, they assert the theological doctrine of irregularity. The reason of this difference of opinion is, that the movements of nature are less complex than the movements of man. Being less complex, they are more easily studied, and more quickly understood. Hence we find, that while natural science has long been cultivated, historical science hardly yet exists. Our knowledge of the circumstances which determine the course of mankind, is still so imperfect, and has been so badly digested, that it has produced scarcely any effect on popular ideas. Philosophers, indeed, are aware, that here, as elsewhere, there must be a necessary connexion between even the most remote and dissimilar events. They know that every discrepancy is capable of being reconciled, though we, in the present state of knowledge, may be unequal to the task. This is their faith, and nothing can wean them from it. But the great majority of people have a different faith. They believe that what is unexplained is inexplicable, and that what is inexplicable is supernatural. Science has explained an immense number of physical phenomena, and therefore, even to the vulgar, those phenomena no longer seem supernatural, but are ascribed to natural causes. On the other hand, science has not yet explained the phenomena of history; consequently, the theological spirit lays hold of them, and presses them into its own service. In this way there has arisen that famous and ancient theory, which has received the name of the moral government of the world. It is a high-sounding title, and imposes on many, who, if they examined its pretensions, would never be duped by them. For, like that other notion which we have just considered, it is not only unscientific, but it is eminently irreligious. It is, in fact, an impeachment of one of the noblest attributes of the Deity. It is a slur on the Omniscience of God. It assumes that the fate of nations, instead of being the result of preceding and surrounding events, is specially subject to the control and interference of Providence. It assumes that there are great public emergencies, in which such interference is needed. It assumes, that, without the interference, the course of affairs could not run smoothly; that they would be jangled and out of tune; that the play and harmony of the whole would be incomplete. And thus it is, that the very men who, at one moment, proclaim the Divine Omniscience, do, at the next moment, advocate a theory which reduces that Omniscience to nothing, since it imputes to an All-wise Being, that the scheme of human affairs, of which He must, from the beginning, have foreseen every issue and every consequence, is so weakly contrived as to be liable to be frustrated; that it has not turned out as He could have wished; that it has been baffled by His own creatures, and that, to preserve its integrity, its operations must be tampered with, and its disorders redressed. The great Architect of the universe, the Creator and Designer of all existing things, is likened to some clumsy mechanic, who knows his trade so ill, that he has to be called in to alter the working of his own machine, to supply its deficiencies, to fill up its flaws, and to rectify its errors.
It is time that such unworthy notions should come to an end. It is time that what has long been known to philosophers, should also be known to historians, and that the history of mankind should cease to be troubled by what, to those who are imbued with the scientific spirit, must seem little better than arrant trifling. Of two things, choose one. Either deny the Omniscience of the Creator, or else admit it. If you deny it, you deny what, to my mind at least, is a fundamental truth, and, on these matters, there can be no sympathy between us. But if you admit the Omniscience of God, beware of libelling what you profess to defend. For when you assert what is termed the moral government of the world, you slander Omniscience, inasmuch as you declare that the mechanism of the entire universe, including the actions both of Nature and of Man, planned as it is by Infinite Wisdom, is unequal to its duties, unless that same Wisdom does from time to time interfere with it. You assert, in fact, either that Omniscience has been deceived, or that Omnipotence has been defeated. Surely, they who believe, and whose pride and happiness it is to believe, that there is a Power above all and before all, knowing all and creating all, ought not to fall into such a snare as this. They who, dissatisfied with this little world of sense, seek to raise their minds to something which the senses are unable to grasp, can hardly fail, on deeper reflection, to perceive how coarse and material is that theological prejudice, which ascribes to such a Power the vulgar functions of a temporal ruler, arrays him in the garb of an earthly potentate, and represents him as meddling here and meddling there, uttering threats, inflicting punishments, bestowing rewards. These are base and grovelling conceptions, the offspring of ignorance and of darkness. Such gross and sordid notions are but one remove from actual idolatry. They are the draff and offal of a bygone age, and we will not have them obtruded here. Well suited they were to those old and barbarous times, when men, being unable to refine their ideas, were, therefore, unable to purify their creed. Now, however, they jar upon us; they do not assimilate with other parts of our knowledge; they are incongruous; their concord is gone. Every thing is against them. They stand alone; there is nothing left with which they harmonize. The whole scope and tendency of modern thought force upon our minds conceptions of regularity and of law, to which they are diametrically opposed. Even those who cling to them, do so from the influence of tradition, rather than from complete and unswerving belief. That child-like and unhesitating faith, with which the doctrine of interposition was once received, is succeeded by a cold and lifeless assent, very different from the enthusiasm of former times. Soon, too, this will vanish, and men will cease to be terrified by phantoms which their own ignorance has reared. This age, haply, may not witness the emancipation; but, so surely as the human mind advances, so surely will that emancipation come. It may come quicker than any one expects. For, we are stepping on far and fast. The signs of the time are all around, and they who list may read. The handwriting is on the wall; the fiat has gone forth; the ancient empire shall be subverted; the dominion of superstition, already decaying, shall break away, and crumble into dust; and new life being breathed into the confused and chaotic mass, it shall be clearly seen, that, from the beginning, there has been no discrepancy, no incongruity, no disorder, no interruption, no interference; but that all the events which surround us, even to the furthest limits of the material creation, are but different parts of a single scheme, which is permeated by one glorious principle of universal and undeviating regularity."

They don't make 'em like that anymore, do they?

And with that...

482


...my reading of Buckle's masterwork comes to an end. 






Which does please me, in that it was a Bucket List item...but it also makes me sad, because while there is more Buckle to be had, as previously noted, it is all secondary or tertiary or whatever comes after tertiary stuff. Etcetera. So I might keep on the Buckle path for my Daily Devotional, or I might flip over to something else. All of Buckle's talk about Adam Smith's Wealth of Nations has made me pretty hot for that item, so maybe.... I have a few hours to decide.

Tschüß