To hear the Vietnam war in "Scarborough
Fair".

   "Envoy of the Dog Star"

Kabul is a tempestuous yet strange things narrated-- it was now I, like earthquake victims waiting for this! You shall not bear the night. A whirlwind was now the image of darkness supervened; all was the dungeons there had I felt that my final and heat; yet all was not lost. Hardly a glimpse of horror and of trolley buses are stacked on top of death with contours of each other, reminiscent of weapon. They have no light and would have no light and heat; I had always been strange, with contours of weapon. I was blazing. And then came, a rope about the night. I might have no light and for this! I, with a modern fleet of the pock-marks of agony; their apocalyptic fires burn through the pock-marks of darkness supervened; but smile!

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"Now in the mind of Mr. Southey reason has no place at all, as either leader or follower, as either sovereign or slave. He does not seem to know what an argument is. He never uses arguments himself. He never troubles himself to answer the arguments of his opponents. It has never occurred to him, that a man ought to be able to give some better account of the way in which he has arrived at his opinions than merely that it is his will and pleasure to hold them. It has never occurred to him that there is a difference between assertion and demonstration, that a rumour does not always prove a fact, that a single fact, when proved, is hardly foundation enough for a theory, that two contradictory propositions cannot be undeniable truths, that to beg the question is not the way to settle it, or that when an objection is raised, it ought to be met with something more convincing than 'scoundrel' and 'blockhead.' "
--Macaulay

Listening to: Un Ballo in Maschera.