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Saturday, 8 July 2017

Shelly and The Revolution : Paul Foot

'And that slaughter to the Nation
Shall steam up like inspiration,
Eloquent, oracular;
A volcano heard afar.

'And these words shall then become
Like Oppression's thundered doom
Ringing through each heart and brain,
Heard again - again - again -

'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.'

Written on the Occasion of the Massacre at Manchester

As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.

I met Murder on the way -
He had a mask like Castlereagh -
Very smooth he looked, yet grim;
Seven blood-hounds followed him.

All were fat; and well they might
Be in admirable plight,
For one by one, and two by two,
He tossed the human hearts to chew
Which from his wide cloak he drew.

Next came Fraud, and he had on,
Like Eldon, an ermined gown;
His big tears, for he wept well,
Turned to mill-stones as they fell:

And the little children, who
Round his feet played to and fro,
Thinking every tear a gem,
Had their brains knocked out by them.

Clothed with the Bible, as with light,
And the shadows of the night,
Like Sidmouth, next, Hypocrisy
On a crocodile rode by.

And many more Destructions played
In this ghastly masquerade,
All disguised, even to the eyes,
Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies.

Last came Anarchy: he rode
On a white horse, splashed with blood;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse.

And he wore a kingly crown;
And in his grasp a sceptre shone;
On his brow this mark I saw -

With a pace stately and fast,
Over English land he passed,
Trampling to a mire of blood
The adoring multitude.

And a mighty troop around,
With their trampling shook the ground,
Waving each a bloody sword,
For the service of their Lord.

And with glorious triumph, they
Rode through England proud and gay,
Drunk as with intoxication
Of the wine of desolation.

O'er fields and towns, from sea to sea,
Passed the Pageant swift and free,
Tearing up, and trampling down;
Till they came to London town.

And each dweller, panic-stricken,
Felt his heart with terror sicken
Hearing the tempestuous cry
Of the triumph of Anarchy.

For with pomp to meet him came,
Clothed in arms like blood and flame,
The hired murderers, who did sing
'Thou art God, and Law, and King.

'We have waited, weak and lone
For thy coming, Mighty One!
Our Purses are empty, our swords are cold,
Give us glory, and blood, and gold.'

Lawyers and priests, a motley crowd,
To the earth their pale brows bowed;
Like a bad prayer not over loud,
Whispering - 'Thou art Law and God.' -

Then all cried with one accord,
'Thou art King, and God and Lord;
Anarchy, to thee we bow,
Be thy name made holy now!'

And Anarchy, the skeleton,
Bowed and grinned to every one,
As well as if his education
Had cost ten millions to the nation.

For he knew the Palaces
Of our Kings were rightly his;
His the sceptre, crown and globe,
And the gold-inwoven robe.

So he sent his slaves before
To seize upon the Bank and Tower,
And was proceeding with intent
To meet his pensioned Parliament

When one fled past, a maniac maid,
And her name was Hope, she said:
But she looked more like Despair,
And she cried out in the air:

'My father Time is weak and gray
With waiting for a better day;
See how idiot-like he stands,
Fumbling with his palsied hands!

He has had child after child,
And the dust of death is piled
Over every one but me -
Misery, oh, Misery!'

Then she lay down in the street,
Right before the horses' feet,
Expecting, with a patient eye,
Murder, Fraud, and Anarchy.

When between her and her foes
A mist, a light, an image rose,
Small at first, and weak, and frail
Like the vapour of a vale:

Till as clouds grow on the blast,
Like tower-crowned giants striding fast,
And glare with lightnings as they fly,
And speak in thunder to the sky,

It grew - a Shape arrayed in mail
Brighter than the viper's scale,
And upborne on wings whose grain
Was as the light of sunny rain.

On its helm, seen far away,
A planet, like the Morning's, lay;
And those plumes its light rained through
Like a shower of crimson dew.

With step as soft as wind it passed
O'er the heads of men - so fast
That they knew the presence there,
And looked, - but all was empty air.

As flowers beneath May's footstep waken,
As stars from Night's loose hair are shaken,
As waves arise when loud winds call,
Thoughts sprung where'er that step did fall.

And the prostrate multitude
Looked - and ankle-deep in blood,
Hope, that maiden most serene,
Was walking with a quiet mien:

And Anarchy, the ghastly birth,
Lay dead earth upon the earth;
The Horse of Death tameless as wind
Fled, and with his hoofs did grind
To dust the murderers thronged behind.

A rushing light of clouds and splendour,
A sense awakening and yet tender
Was heard and felt - and at its close
These words of joy and fear arose

As if their own indignant Earth
Which gave the sons of England birth
Had felt their blood upon her brow,
And shuddering with a mother's throe

Had turned every drop of blood
By which her face had been bedewed
To an accent unwithstood, -
As if her heart had cried aloud:

'Men of England, heirs of Glory,
Heroes of unwritten story,
Nurslings of one mighty Mother,
Hopes of her, and one another;

'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.

'What is Freedom? - ye can tell
That which slavery is, too well -
For its very name has grown
To an echo of your own.

'Tis to work and have such pay
As just keeps life from day to day
In your limbs, as in a cell
For the tyrants' use to dwell,

'So that ye for them are made
Loom, and plough, and sword, and spade,
With or without your own will bent
To their defence and nourishment.

'Tis to see your children weak
With their mothers pine and peak,
When the winter winds are bleak, -
They are dying whilst I speak.

'Tis to hunger for such diet
As the rich man in his riot
Casts to the fat dogs that lie
Surfeiting beneath his eye;

'Tis to let the Ghost of Gold
Take from Toil a thousandfold
More that e'er its substance could
In the tyrannies of old.

'Paper coin - that forgery
Of the title-deeds, which ye
Hold to something of the worth
Of the inheritance of Earth.

'Tis to be a slave in soul
And to hold no strong control
Over your own wills, but be
All that others make of ye.

'And at length when ye complain
With a murmur weak and vain
'Tis to see the Tyrant's crew
Ride over your wives and you -
Blood is on the grass like dew.

'Then it is to feel revenge
Fiercely thirsting to exchange
Blood for blood - and wrong for wrong -
Do not thus when ye are strong.

'Birds find rest, in narrow nest
When weary of their wingèd quest
Beasts find fare, in woody lair
When storm and snow are in the air.

'Asses, swine, have litter spread
And with fitting food are fed;
All things have a home but one -
Thou, Oh, Englishman, hast none!

'This is slavery - savage men
Or wild beasts within a den
Would endure not as ye do -
But such ills they never knew.

'What art thou Freedom? O! could slaves
Answer from their living graves
This demand - tyrants would flee
Like a dream's dim imagery:

'Thou art not, as impostors say,
A shadow soon to pass away,
A superstition, and a name
Echoing from the cave of Fame.

'For the labourer thou art bread,
And a comely table spread
From his daily labour come
In a neat and happy home.

'Thou art clothes, and fire, and food
For the trampled multitude -
No - in countries that are free
Such starvation cannot be
As in England now we see.

'To the rich thou art a check,
When his foot is on the neck
Of his victim, thou dost make
That he treads upon a snake.

'Thou art Justice - ne'er for gold
May thy righteous laws be sold
As laws are in England - thou
Shield'st alike the high and low.

'Thou art Wisdom - Freemen never
Dream that God will damn for ever
All who think those things untrue
Of which Priests make such ado.

'Thou art Peace - never by thee
Would blood and treasure wasted be
As tyrants wasted them, when all
Leagued to quench thy flame in Gaul.

'What if English toil and blood
Was poured forth, even as a flood?
It availed, Oh, Liberty,
To dim, but not extinguish thee.

'Thou art Love - the rich have kissed
Thy feet, and like him following Christ,
Give their substance to the free
And through the rough world follow thee,

'Or turn their wealth to arms, and make
War for thy belovèd sake
On wealth, and war, and fraud - whence they
Drew the power which is their prey.

'Science, Poetry, and Thought
Are thy lamps; they make the lot
Of the dwellers in a cot
So serene, they curse it not.

'Spirit, Patience, Gentleness,
All that can adorn and bless
Art thou - let deeds, not words, express
Thine exceeding loveliness.

'Let a great Assembly be
Of the fearless and the free
On some spot of English ground
Where the plains stretch wide around.

'Let the blue sky overhead,
The green earth on which ye tread,
All that must eternal be
Witness the solemnity.

'From the corners uttermost
Of the bounds of English coast;
From every hut, village, and town
Where those who live and suffer moan,

'From the workhouse and the prison
Where pale as corpses newly risen,
Women, children, young and old
Groan for pain, and weep for cold -

'From the haunts of daily life
Where is waged the daily strife
With common wants and common cares
Which sows the human heart with tares -

'Lastly from the palaces
Where the murmur of distress
Echoes, like the distant sound
Of a wind alive around

'Those prison halls of wealth and fashion,
Where some few feel such compassion
For those who groan, and toil, and wail
As must make their brethren pale -

'Ye who suffer woes untold,
Or to feel, or to behold
Your lost country bought and sold
With a price of blood and gold -

'Let a vast assembly be,
And with great solemnity
Declare with measured words that ye
Are, as God has made ye, free -

'Be your strong and simple words
Keen to wound as sharpened swords,
And wide as targes let them be,
With their shade to cover ye.

'Let the tyrants pour around
With a quick and startling sound,
Like the loosening of a sea,
Troops of armed emblazonry.

Let the charged artillery drive
Till the dead air seems alive
With the clash of clanging wheels,
And the tramp of horses' heels.

'Let the fixèd bayonet
Gleam with sharp desire to wet
Its bright point in English blood
Looking keen as one for food.

'Let the horsemen's scimitars
Wheel and flash, like sphereless stars
Thirsting to eclipse their burning
In a sea of death and mourning.

'Stand ye calm and resolute,
Like a forest close and mute,
With folded arms and looks which are
Weapons of unvanquished war,

'And let Panic, who outspeeds
The career of armèd steeds
Pass, a disregarded shade
Through your phalanx undismayed.

'Let the laws of your own land,
Good or ill, between ye stand
Hand to hand, and foot to foot,
Arbiters of the dispute,

'The old laws of England - they
Whose reverend heads with age are gray,
Children of a wiser day;
And whose solemn voice must be
Thine own echo - Liberty!

'On those who first should violate
Such sacred heralds in their state
Rest the blood that must ensue,
And it will not rest on you.

'And if then the tyrants dare
Let them ride among you there,
Slash, and stab, and maim, and hew, -
What they like, that let them do.

'With folded arms and steady eyes,
And little fear, and less surprise,
Look upon them as they slay
Till their rage has died away.

'Then they will return with shame
To the place from which they came,
And the blood thus shed will speak
In hot blushes on their cheek.

'Every woman in the land
Will point at them as they stand -
They will hardly dare to greet
Their acquaintance in the street.

'And the bold, true warriors
Who have hugged Danger in wars
Will turn to those who would be free,
Ashamed of such base company.

'And that slaughter to the Nation
Shall steam up like inspiration,
Eloquent, oracular;
A volcano heard afar.

'And these words shall then become
Like Oppression's thundered doom
Ringing through each heart and brain,
Heard again - again - again -

'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.'

Monday, 19 June 2017

Accession : Glory to You and Your House

Enough! I don't want to hear anything more about finances, mergers, or currency transactions!
The charge has been made that you have used money to bring down a Great House. 
What do you say to this, D'Ghor? 

 "A Klingon regards the honor of his or her family to be valuable, above all else. The family name can be besmirched by any member of the family, regardless of age or infirmity. A Klingon would sooner kill himself and his closer brother than live with a mark on the name of his ancestral lineage. The family is all, and a member of the family is responsible for the actions of his kin. The oldest son of a Klingon warrior may be called upon to give his life for the actions of his father." 

Never A Plan Like Yours To Study History So Wisely

Never Play, Letting Your Trousers Slip Half-Way

Neighbours Persuaded Lovely Yvonne To Shut Her Window

(Norman, Angevin, Plantagenet, Lancaster, York, Tudor, Stuart, Hanover, Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, Windsor (or Wettin).

As the Houses of Lancaster and York were really branches of the House of Plantagenet, the first mnemonic can be simplified to 

No Plan To Study History Wisely

In addition, The House of Windsor was a branch of the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, which in turn is a branch of the House of Wettin, thus keeping the mnemonic.

Or, to go for the full package, the mnemonic can be extended to 

No Plan Like Yours To Study Our Saxon History So Wisely

Norman, Plantagenet, Lancaster, York, Tudor, Stuart, Orange, Stuart, Hanover, Saxe-Coburg, Windsor.

 "I started thinking about [...] Houses, and sort of, you know, the idea of bonding people to a Klingon House [....] The idea of bloodlines and families and sort of this Shakespearian idea of how the Klingon Empire ran – I was starting to, sort of, deal with that in this episode."

"We've never explored the hows and whys regarding the naming of Klingon Houses. The House of Mogh reference was probably something that Worf carried on out of respect for his deceased father. This might be the right of a son – to perpetuate a single name for the House instead of supplanting it with his own."

"I think I used the word 'House' in my draft [of 'The Bonding'], even though it's not in the episode." 

Ronald D. "Klingon-Guy" Moore
(The Bonding" audio commentary, TNG Season 3 Blu-ray) 

(On the Klingon homeworld, on a slightly shabby couch, Quark is hypo'd awake) 

What? What happened? Where am I? 

TUMEK: (ancient family retainer) 
You are on Qo'noS. 

Qo'noS? The Klingon homeworld. 

You are in the ancestral home of what used to be known as the House of Kozak. 

What's it called now? 

Kozak died without a male heir. The House no longer has a name. 

What about Kozak's brother, D'Ghor? 

That pahtk's name is not spoken in this house. 
He is no brother to Kozak. 
His family has been a sworn enemy of this House for 7 generations. 

But he came to DS9. He told me... 

What he told you were lies. He wanted you to say that Kozak had died in honourable combat so that no special dispensation would be granted. 

I don't understand. 

If Kozak had died in an accident and left no male heir, the Council might have decided that this was an unusual situation and granted special dispensation. 

That might have allowed Grilka to become Head of the Family even though she's a woman. 

But if Kozak died in an honourable fight, and was simply defeated by a better opponent, then no dispensation would have been granted, and without a male heir the House will fall. 

That hasn't happened yet, Tumek, and there is still time to prevent it from ever happening. 

(She offers a robe to Quark.

Put this on. 


Because if you do not, I will kill you. 

I beg you, consider what you do here, mistress. 

The decision is made. There is no other choice. 

(Quark struggles into the robe and Grilka takes his hand.) 

Go'Eveh lu cha wabeh. Mo ka re'Chos. 

Repeat my words Go'Eveh lu cha wabeh. To va re'Luk. 

Let me ask just one 

(Grilka puts a knife to Quark's throat

 Repeat the words. 

Go'Eveh lu cha wabeh to va re'Luk. 

Ghos ma'lu Kah! 

(Grilka kisses Quark, then spits.

It is done. 

What's done? 

The ceremony is complete. You are husband and wife.

Sunday, 11 June 2017

ASSASSINATION PREVENTION : The "Nobody Can Help Me Now" Moment

Corbyn is about as far away from this moment right now as it is possible to get....

For now.

'I live like a man who is dead already'

- Malcolm X

What does that  mean..?

As one of the most pure of heart, righteous and radical of Warriors, the point is made, the best amongst that elect group don't  die when you kill them.

They become more alive.

As a matter of fact, in that aspect, we find perhaps the best definition of "A Saint" that I have yet come across.

That's always been the classic Christian descriptive qualifier for Sainthood : 

"A Complete and Exemplary Life of Service and Devotion - such that The Good That These Men Do lives after them; The Evil is oft  Interred with Their Bones"

Malcolm did not fade away or die when his body was assassinate - with every passing year, he began growing stronger and stronger with every year.

And then they had to assassinate him all over again  to actually  make him die.

"Now, it doesn't matter, now. It really doesn't matter what happens now. I left Atlanta this morning, and as we got started on the plane, there were six of us. The pilot said over the public address system, "We are sorry for the delay, but we have Dr. Martin Luther King on the plane. And to be sure that all of the bags were checked, and to be sure that nothing would be wrong with on the plane, we had to check out everything carefully. And we've had the plane protected and guarded all night."

And then I got into Memphis. And some began to say the threats, or talk about the threats that were out. What would happen to me from some of our sick white brothers?

Well, I don't know what will happen now. 
We've got some difficult days ahead. 
But it really doesn't matter with me now. 

Because I've been to The Mountaintop.

And I don't mind.

Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. 

But I'm not concerned about that now. 

I just want to do God's will. 

And He's allowed me to go up to The Mountain. 
And I've looked over. 

And I've seeeeen the Promised Land. 

I may not get there with you. 

But I want you to know tonight, that 

We, as a people, will get to The Promised Land!

Thank you very kindly, my friends. 

As I listened to Ralph Abernathy and his eloquent and generous introduction and then thought about myself, I wondered who he was talking about. 

It's always good to have your closest friend and associate to say something good about you. 

And Ralph Abernathy is the best friend that I have in the world. 

I'm delighted to see each of you here tonight in spite of a storm warning. You reveal that you are determined to go on anyhow.

Harry and Wills hadn't seen Diana for a MONTH before her death: She died a day before they were due to be reunited after trips and divorce kept them apart, reveal princes as they share new photos

By Vanessa Allen for the Daily Mail 23:01 23 Jul 2017, updated 03:33 24 Jul 2017

William and Harry had not seen their mother for almost a month before her death
The brothers have made the revelations in a TV documentary about Diana’s life
Pair lavished praise on their mother and her ability to ‘smother’ them with love
Princes William and Harry had not seen their mother for almost a month before her death, they have revealed in a documentary about Diana’s life.

Her divorce from Prince Charles meant the boys were ‘bounced’ between their parents, losing out on time with both of them, Harry said.

She died the day before they were due to be reunited. In the film, which airs tonight, the princes lavished praise on their mother and her ability to ‘smother’ them with love.

But Harry laid bare how the divorce, Diana’s high-profile charity work and her romance with Dodi Fayed meant he and William had not seen her for weeks before she died in Paris in August 1997.

Prince Harry and Prince William looking at a family photo album in Kensington Palace in the documentary,  Diana, Our Mother
The late princess holding Prince William while she was pregnant with Prince Harry 
Poignant: The princes pictured with their mother in France just six weeks before she died
In the documentary, an adult Harry told an anti-landmine campaigner: ‘You saw my mother more recently than I did.’

William, then 15, and Harry, 12, were at Balmoral with their father when Diana died. In candid interviews to mark the 20th anniversary of her death, the brothers revealed their regret that they cut short their final phone call with her, just hours before her death, because they wanted to go and play.

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They said their grief was ‘still raw’ but also recalled treasured memories of their mother.

They released photographs from her personal album, including a picture of Diana holding a baby Harry, taken on the royal yacht Britannia by Prince William.

Prince William and Prince Harry watch as Diana's coffin is driven away from Westminster Abbey
This picture, taken by Prince William, shows the princess sitting and playing with Prince Harry on the Royal Yacht Britannia
Princess Diana sunbathing aboard the Jonikal Yacht moored in Portofino, Italy, in 1997
The Princess of Wales and Dodi Fayed, on a pontoon in the French Riviera resort of St. Tropez in August 1997

Prince Harry admitted his grief was ‘still raw’, but praised tonight’s film as ‘brilliant’
Prince Harry was almost reduced to tears by the new film about his mother.

He called producers after seeing it and said: ‘I nearly cried several times watching it back.’

The prince admitted his grief was ‘still raw’, but praised tonight’s film as ‘brilliant’.

Prince William said the decision to speak so openly about their mother was a one-off, adding: ‘We felt it was the right time to do it. We won’t be doing this again.’

Producers approached Kensington Palace more than a year ago, seeking permission for a programme to mark the 20th anniversary of Diana’s death. They were invited to meet the princes and discussed Diana’s legacy, but also their personal memories.

Producer Ashley Gething said: ‘William and Harry realised there is a new, younger generation who didn’t know about their mum … She did so much in raising awareness on taboo subjects such as HIV, mental health and homelessness. The princes want people to know all of that.’

William said he had found speaking about his mother ‘quite daunting’ at first but ‘cathartic’ and ‘quite a healing process’.

Lady Diana Spencer pictured looking at her future husband Prince Charles during a visit to the Cheshire Regiment at Tidworth in 1981
Prince William and Princess Diana Skiing Holiday in Lech, Austria, in 1991
Speaking of the divorce, Harry said: ‘The two of us were bouncing between the two of them and we never saw our mother enough or we never saw our father enough.

‘There was a lot of travelling and a lot of fights on the backseat with my brother, which I would win. I don’t pretend we’re the only people to have to deal with that. But it was an interesting way of growing up.’

The supermodel surprise for William 

Fun-loving Princess Diana arranged for three supermodels to pay a surprise visit to Prince William, he revealed.

The future king came home from school to find Cindy Crawford, Naomi Campbell and Christy Turlington waiting for him at Kensington Palace.

It was typical of his mother’s ‘cheeky sense of humour’ and love of mischief, William said.

‘She organised, when I came home from school, to have Cindy Crawford, Christy Turlington and Naomi Campbell waiting at the top of the stairs. I was probably a 12 or 13-year-old boy who had posters of them on his wall and I went bright red and didn’t quite know what to say and sort of fumbled, and I think pretty much fell down the stairs. I was completely and utterly awestruck.’

The prince added that it was ‘a very funny memory that’s lived with me forever about her – loving, embarrassing and being the joker’.

Diana also had a serious side, first taking William to a homeless shelter when he was 12.

William and Harry spent ten days with their mother and Fayed, the son of then-Harrods owner Mohamed Al-Fayed, at his villa in the South of France. But while they returned to London and then Balmoral, she joined Mr Fayed on his yacht around the Mediterranean, and went to the Greek islands with a friend. She also travelled to Bosnia to campaign against landmines.

Diana remained in frequent phone contact with her sons, but they told how their final conversation lasted just five minutes.

Harry said: ‘I never enjoyed speaking to my parents on the phone. We spent far too much time on the phone rather than speaking to each other. I can’t really remember what I said but I regret how short the phone call was. I’ll have to deal with that for the rest of my life. Not knowing that was the last time I was going to speak to my mum, how differently that conversation would have panned out if I’d had even the slightest inkling.’

William said the call interrupted a game with their cousins Zara and Peter Phillips, and said he and Harry were in a ‘desperate rush to say goodbye’ so they could go back to playing.

He said: ‘If I’d known what was going to happen I wouldn’t have been so blasé about it. But that phone call sticks in my mind, quite heavily.’

William said her death was ‘utterly devastating’ and he and Harry struggled to understand their feelings or speak to each other about their grief. They praised Diana as ‘the best mother ever’ who left them with a personal legacy of her love, as well as her global charitable impact.

Diana, Our Mother is on ITV tonight at 9pm.

The Princess pictured with her sons in 1985. They praised Diana as ‘the best mother ever’ who left them with a personal legacy of her love
Harry on Diana’s hugs  

'She’d engulf you and squeeze you as tight as possible. I miss that feeling.' 

William on her loving nature  

'She was extremely good at showing what we meant to her, how important it was to feel.' 

William on his wedding day 

'Not many days go by that I don’t think of her. I did really feel she was there … I very much felt she was there for me.'  

Harry on her sense of fun 

'She was a total kid through and through. I can hear her crazy laugh in my head.'

... and her sense of mischief 

'One of her mottos was ‘be as naughty as you want, just don’t get caught’. She was one of the naughtiest parents. She would smuggle sweets in our socks.'

Monday, 5 June 2017

A Race of Warriors

Nor Shall My Sword Sleep at my Side...

Well, believe me, I know the Ice Warriors, Jo. 
They're a savage and a warlike race. 
[Usually only with each other.]

No, among the delegates, only Ssorg's strength could have shifted that statue. 

I still think you're jumping to conclusions. 

 Sit down, Princess. Why did you try to escape? 


I was frightened. Can you blame me? 


So, Princess, you believe that we tried to kill Arcturus. 


Well if you didn't, why was the missing servo-unit in your room? 


Perhaps you brought it here as part of your scheme to trap us. 


But that's just not True! 
I... One of you must have tried to kill Arcturus. 


Nobody tried to kill him. 




To destroy Arcturus, the helium regenerator must be deactivated. 


What about the unit? 


Merely sensor equipment. 
Disconnecting that only produces metabolic coma. 


So it couldn't be fatal? 


Only uncomfortable. 


I'm sorry if I might have misjudged you, 
but the Doctor did say you were a race of warriors. 
[That isn't quite what he said, now is it...?]


We were once, but now we reject violence except in self-defence. 


What about Ssorg's gun? This is supposed to be a peaceful mission. 


Unfortunately, in order to preserve peace, it is necessary to survive. 


Well, if you didn't do it, who did? 
Who could benefit by it? 


Perhaps the Doctor will be able to explain.

"Whoever you hate will end up in your Family. 

You don't like Gays? 

You're gonna have a Gay Son

You don't like Puerto Ricans? 

Your daughter's gonna come home with 'Livin' La Vida Loca!' *

[ * That is one catchy-ass song!  That shit is like the Puerto Rican 'WHOMP! There it Is'..! ]

You hate Warriors - Well, Guess What...?

The Way of The Warrior has been misunderstood as a means to kill and destroy others.

Those who seek competition are making a grave mistake.

To smash, injure or destroy is the worst sin a human being can commit.

The real Way of The Warrior is to prevent slaughter - it is the Art of Peace, the Power of Love.

You have fought many wars and slain many Men, Théoden-King, and made peace afterwards. 

Can we not take council together as we once did, my old friend? 

Can we not have peace, you and I?

We shall have peace. 

We shall have peace, when you answer for the burning of the Westfold, and the children that lie dead there! 

We shall have peace, when the lives of the soldiers, whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the Gates of the Hornburg, are avenged! 

When you hang from a gibbet, for the sport of your own crows, we shall have peace!

Gibbets and crows?! Dotard!
What do you want, Gandalf Greyhame?
 Let me guess - the Keys of Orthanc? 
Or perhaps the Keys of Barad-dûr itself, 
along with 
The Crowns of  Seven Kings 
and the rods of the Five Wizards!

Gandalf the White: 
Your treachery has already cost many lives. 
Thousands more are now at risk.
But you could save them, Saruman. 
You were deep in The Enemy's council.

Saruman: [smiling
So you have come here for information. I have some for you.

Something festers in the heart of Middle Earth. 
It Does.]
Something that you have failed to see. 
He Has.]
But the Great Eye has seen it. 

True. ]

Even now, he presses his advantage. 
His attack will come soon. 

True. ]

You are all going to die.

True. But no Today. Today is not a Good Day to Die.]

But you know this, don't you, Gandalf? 

He Does.]

You cannot think that this Ranger will ever sit upon the Throne of Gondor! 

He Does.]

This exile, crept from the shadows, will never be crowned King! 

Ouch. Wishful Thinking by The White Wizard - Swing & a Miss. ]

Gandalf does not hesitate to sacrifice those closest to him, those he professes to love. 

He Does. But not to excess. And that group of people includes Himself. ]

Tell me, what words of comfort did you give the halfling, before you sent him to his doom? 
The path that you have set him on can only lead to Death.

True. But no Today. It's a Wasting Death. ]

I've heard enough! 
Shoot him, stick an arrow in his gob!

Gandalf the White: 
No. Come down, Saruman, and your life will be spared.

Save your pity and your mercy! I have no use for it!

Gandalf the White: [sternly]
Saruman! Your staff is broken!

[ And it is. ]

Gríma! You need not follow him. 
You were not always as you are now. 
You were once a Man of Rohan!
 Come down.

"A Man of Rohan"?

What is the House of Rohan, but a thatched barn, where brigards drink in the reek, and their brats roll on the floor with the dogs?! 

[ Currently True. ]

The victory at Helm's Deep does not belong to you, Théoden Horse-Master! 

[ True.]

You are a Lesser Son of Greater Sires!

[ Also True. But irrelevant. ]
[ Arthur was a bastard, born of Lies, Treachery and Rape. ]

Gríma, come down. Be free of him.

Free?! He will never be free!

Gríma Wormtongue: 

Get down, cur! 

Gandalf the White: 
You were deep in The Enemy's council. 
Tell us what you know.

You withdraw your guard and I will tell you where your doom will be decided. 
I will not be held prisoner here!

[ All True - His Kung-Fu is still The Best. Even with no Rod ]

"Whoever you hate will end up in your Family.