Vicarious

“Pitman shorthand,” said Robin.
“Can you read it?”
“No. I know a bit of Teeline; I never learned Pitman, though.”
“You’re saying she might be useful for once?”

Part way into the third DVD you can sense how intensely the Beatles have their feet to the fire. But, Paul pulls it together, so diplomatically:
The movie’s director, Michael Lindsay-Hogg, says, “Tomorrow, with the nine cameras, if we do tomorrow, there is a kind of, ‘Something will happen’.”
Paul replies, “No, it’s the best bit of us, always has been and always will be. It’s when we’ve got … when we’re backs-against-the-wall and we’ve been rehearsing, rehearsing, rehearsing.”
Paul then glances over at John, “And he knows it’s a take on the dub. And he does it great.”
You got to go and dig those holes (Man, I’m tired)
With broken hands and withered soles
Emancipated from all you know
You got to go and dig those holes
(Man, you slow dog)Holes by D-Tent Boys (2003)

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WORDS are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
–LORD BYRON


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Envisioning Stephen Hawking.

Brother Francis produced the blueprint. “The highwayman was kind enough to leave this in my keeping, Holy Father. He – he mistook it for a copy of the illumination which I was bringing as a gift.”
“You did not correct his mistake?”
Brother Francis blushed. “I’m ashamed to admit, Holy Father –”
“This, then, is the original relic you found in the crypt?”
“Yes –”
The Pope’s smile became wry. “So, then – the bandit thought your work was the treasure itself? Ah – even a robber can have a keen eye for art, yes? Monsignor Aguerra told us of the beauty of your commemoration. What a pity that it was stolen.”
“It was nothing, Holy Father. I only regret that I wasted fifteen years.”
“Wasted? How ‘wasted’? If the robber had not been misled by the beauty of your commemoration, he might have taken this, might he not?”
Canticle For Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr. (1959)