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2023.04.01 13:26 Castle171 Is it time for me (51F) to leave him (50M) after 25 years?
I’m currently spending my days and nights in a separate room from my partner after he smashed a wooden chair in our home in a fit of paranoid anger. My teenage son was in the house at they time, but was unaware of what happened. A bit of background, my partner has always had trust and self esteem issues due to the trauma of his father terrorising his family home through alcohol abuse when he was growing up. 8 years ago after a good few years sober, his father passed away and my partner who adored him suffered a major depressive episode and had to leave his job. Since then he has been unable to get back to work, even though he has tried, he is carrying around a huge amount of hurt and anger which over the past couple of years has turned into paranoia and at times self harm. He also has crippling low self esteem where he will pick apart every interaction he has with other people (and they are very few) and feels that everyone is out to get him. After years of me trying to get him support, we are now under the care or local community mental health, but it’s hugely under resourced. His life has turned out not the way we would have hoped, he has no social interactions and refuses to speak to his family about how he feels. Most of the time we spend together is him asking me anxious paranoid questions about people from his past. I have a hugely busy job and it’s not great to come home to this but there are still occasions where we laugh like drains just like we used to on the first day we met. I love him dearly, but my life feels like it is all about supporting him and our household financially. We both have a great relationship with our son who he is a great father to. I’ve always been super aware of none of this affecting him and he is growing up to be a wonderful young man. I’m a hugely positive and optimistic person and have always been hopeful our situation will improve, but recently the paranoia has been aimed at me, that I’m the cause of his situation, that I’m controlling him and limiting his life. This was the cause of the explosion 2 days ago. It comes out of nowhere and goes from 0 to 100 in a blink of an eye. I don’t fear for my safety, but if it does come to him leaving I am concerned about how we navigate our future and do I become one of the mistrusted and also how he supports himself. I swing between telling myself I deserve better in my life and what about my hopes and dreams to then worrying about the man I’ve known and loved for nearly half my life and what he might do to himself if he doesn’t get better. I’ve never posted before and not sure if this is the correct place, but any outside perspective would be appreciated.
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2023.04.01 13:25 ManicSheep The white lie that led to my 'exorcism'
Obligatory Precursor: This happened 15 years ago in my final year of high school. It was an event that changed my view on life and still haunts me to this day.
Some background: In my country, they took Christianity seriously. You were raised Christian, at school, we had Bible lessons/ scripture readings every morning before class started and your social life pretty much revolved around the church. When this event occurred, I was a youth leader in my church and even had a key to open the church every Friday evening and Sunday. I was a pretty awkward kid though; a bit weird and perhaps a little eccentric. So didn’t have that many friends in school (2 to be exact). Was a real social outcast back then. We also lived about 60 km away from school and I had to wait 4 to 5 hours after school for my mom to pick me up so we could go home. All these facts will be important for later.
So there were a bunch of things that happened leading up to the event.
It all started in January of my final year in high school. As last year students we had slightly more ‘privileges’ than all the other students. For one, every Monday morning we would all meet in a big Hall for Bible reading and the announcements for the week. Here all the younger students would sit on the icy cold floor at the bottom, and the final year students (and the very few girls) would sit in on chairs at the top of the gallery overlooking the big Hall. This was always made out to be a major privilege. We also had a choice to attend sports events like rugby or athletics (where for the younger students, it was obligatory).
One of the major sporting events at the beginning of the year was this inter-high school athletics competition. On one day in January, all the schools in the area would compete against each other to find the best athletes so they could be nominated to represent the area in provincial competitions. At these competitions, all the students from each school would need to attend as 'spectators'. Final-year students had a choice of whether or not they wanted to go. However, this year this event was moved to another school and there wasn't enough space for each school's entire populous. Therefore only the first-year and final-year students were 'forced' to go. Given that final-year students always had a choice in the past, and that this event was on a Friday...me and my two friends (Let's call them Dr Dre and The Wizard) decided to stay at home on that day and make a long weekend out of it.
Dr Dre was the only 'normal' one in my little group of friends. Dr Dre was really into rap music, he had good relationships with the teachers, all the different clicks of students (from the jocks to the geeks) liked him and he was overall a really decent kid (very wise and intelligent for his age). The Wizard, on the other hand was a very tall, blond Dutch boy that was into bizarre things. People found him to be extremely weird but didn't pick on him. He liked catching mice in the field, skinning them, and making stuff from their skins. He was (in his own mind) into wizardry (he identified as a dark wicca - dark witch). He was just overall very weird.
Anyway, the Monday morning after the athletics event, my two friends and I went to the big hall for the daily weekly Bible lesson and announcements as was customary. We sat at the top of the gallery and waited for the 'plebs' to fill the hall at the bottom. When everyone took their seats, two prefects (student leaders) came to the gallery and said that everyone that wasn't at the event on Friday would need to sit at the bottom with the plebs for the rest of the year. Apparently, they handed out little cards on Friday and well, we didn't have them... So my friends and I awkwardly stood up and made out way down the stairs. Halfway down, I told them that it was bullshit that we had to go sit with the 'kids'. The Wizard then said : "I say we just go sit outside the hall and refuse to go in... Make a statement".
At the time, we thought it was a good idea and went to go sit outside. About 15 mins later, a prefect (student leader) came to ask us why we were sitting outside. I responded, "it's none of your business" and he proceeded to go call one of the teachers. Our mathematics teacher (a short, mid-40s balding Greek man) came outside and asked why we were sitting there.... Without thinking, The Wizard said : "It's against our religion". The teacher asked what religion it was and we didn't respond. He turned around and walked away.We didn't mention which religion we were and at the time, we thought it was a brilliant response.
Later the day, we were in our homeroom class. The intercom went off (it broadcasts over the entire school), and an old woman's voice asked The Wizard, Dr Dre and I to go to the principal's office. Obviously the story had already spread across the entire school and everyone knew what this was about. We went to his office and sat on the old wooden benches in in front of his door. Dr Dre was the first to be asked to go in. Ten mins later, he comes out and returns to class. The Wizard and I were then asked to come in together.
The principal asked us to sit down and proceeded to ask us to explain the situation. Not willing to give up on the jig... We proceeded to stick to our story. He then asked if we were Satanists. The Wizard then responded and said something that would put me on a path prolonged psychological trauma. The Wizard said.... Yes. (Although he obviously wasn't). The principal then proceeded to ask questions why and how and when... It felt like we were sitting there for hours. The Wizard said that he was in it for power and control.. (All the time I'm thinking... WTF Dude!). I was quite throughout the entire session.. Mostly because I was afraid but primarily because I was shocked of the things that came out of his mouth. Around an hour later, we were asked to leave and return to class... And I thought the situation was resolved...
The next day at 7am all the students lined up in the quad as we always did from Tuesday till Friday. The principal did his Bible reading and the did his announcements. His final announcement sent shivers down my spine. He said that he made it his mission to destroy the satanic rituals and satanists in the school. At this stage it felt like all the students heads turned towards me.
With the 'extra' incentive, most students started to bully me, and I was consistently made fun of. Given that both Dr Dre and The Wizard were mucho gym junkies, no one picked on them... So I took the brunt of the students' and teachers' wrath. This went on for about 3 months. By the end of the three months, people already forgot that Dr Dre and The Wizard were involved in the matter... And I was basically now labelled as the school demon.... The face of the 'satanic cult' in the school. Already an outcast, my life was now an absolute living hell... The smart-ass remark to get us not to sit at the bottom of the hall, had now turned into a life of constant physical and psychological torture (from students and teachers).
Although I kept telling everyone that I wasn't a satanist and it was The Wizard lying to get us out of sitting with the younger students, no one believed me. Everything 'weird' that happened at the school was now always made out to be my fault. I even talked to the principal and even had my pastor from the church phone him. But nothing ever came of it. I just wanted the torture to stop, but no one would believe me.
So this brings me to D-day. The last Friday of the semester, the school came out at 11:00 (it usually came out at 14:00). Although the school was out and everyone was on their way home for the start of the summer vacation, I still had to stay at school till around 17:30 for my mom to come pick me up after work so we could go home. Around 11:30 the school was empty and I went to sit under my usual tree and entertained myself with SNAKE on my Nokia 5110.
Mid-game I saw the vice principal and the teacher that was in charge of religious studies walk up to me. They asked very politely if I wanted to take a ride with them. I declined, saying that my mom would be here at any moment to pick me up. The vice principal said he already spoke to my mom (which turned out to be a lie!) and she would only be there around 18:00. Fair enough. He caught me out in my BS excuse, and given that that was the usual time she would pick me up... I didn't think to question it further.
We walked to his car and I asked where we were going. He said he wanted to introduce me to 'a friend' of his. We climbed into his car and drove about 15 mins to a church. I knew the church because that was where the school's Minister (kinda like a priest) worked. This Minister was big and wobbly... And looked as if he could afford to skip a few meals. A pudgy fellow with rosy cheeks, a massive belly and this weird blueish-grey eyes that always seemed as if they stared through you when he looked at you. Let's call him Minister Bear.
So we get there and I felt my heart sink into my shoes. I knew where this was going. I was escorted around the church and led into a darkish room at the back of the building. As my eyes adjusted from the bright sun, to the darkish room, I saw Minister Bear, sitting behind his antique yellow wood desk. He welcomed my two teachers, stood up, and walked around the desk. As his friendly eyes move slowly away from my teachers, towards me... It systematically turned into this deep look of concern and fear. He locked the door next to me and said in a deep serious voice, "I feel a very dark presence in this room". And thanked my teachers for bringing me there.
He told my teachers to sit in the corner and ushered me to a chair in front of his desk. He sat down and proceeded to ask me a bunch of personal questions. It started innocent enough, like who I was and where I lived, through to have I ever had sex and if I'm gay (a taboo subject where I was from). The questions became ever darker and each time I would answer he would tell my teacher's "This isn't ManicSheep talking".
He then asked me if I was a satanist, to which I responded with a clear NO! I told him I was a youth leader in my church and that he could phone my pastor to ask. He would then respond by saying things like "Don't lie to me demon! Release this child of God ". The more I woud deny his claims, the more he would tell my teacher's that they needed to pray because the demon has a very strong hold over me.
This went on for about 2 hours. I looked at my watch and it was already 14:30. He would ask me what the demon in me's name was and how many of them were in me. I kept denying it and eventually burst out in tears, begging him to let me go. He said to my teachers that this was the demons way to want to escape, that he was getting closer to getting 'them' to release me. He asked me about satanist rituals and between every question he would ask... He would pray under his breath. No matter how much I cried, he didn't want to stop. I stood up and screamed that I am going to phone the police and ran to the door... Tried to open it... Shakes the handle... But the door was locked.
"You won't escape this room with this child l, demon" he would yell. I fell on the ground crying, saying my mom was looking for me and I just wanted to go home. At this stage, he picked me up with both hands and held me in the air. He pushed me against the wall and started praying louder. As I struggled to get free he yelled for my teachers to come put their hands on me and pray .. As the demons were loosing Control.
I was afraid for my life. As a kid of 17, I didn't know what was going on. I remember thinking about how can they feel a dark presence as I spend all my time at church. Why don't they want to phone my pastor? Why won't they believe me.
At this stage I realized that the only way out of this was to act out the role they clearly wanted me to play. That would be the only way out of the locked room. I tried to pull my tears back and looked him in the eyes.. And tried to push the quiver in my voice down. "OK you got me Minister." I said." You can have the child". He immediately dropped me and took a couple of steps back.
He started repeating the questions from earlier and told my teachers to pray harder as we were now getting to the crux of the matter. They needed to 'cast him out'. I kept responding to the questions in the way I thought they wanted. I then started speaking German backwards as they started praying harder. At this stage I just wanted to get out of there.
After what felt like years, they finally stopped and I fell to the ground. Minister Bear said... It's done. Laying on the ground, the tears again started balling out my eyes (this time out of total relief). They asked me how I felt and I couldn't stop crying. I just wanted to go home. I lied again and said I felt relieved and lighter and was unsure what was going on or how I got there.
The Minister then told me I was possessed by a series of demons (I can't remember the name he gave it) and that they were holding on deeply to my soul. That it took hours for them to cast them out. But I am free now, and that is why I felt so light and that crying is normal. He prayed one more time and gave me his number. He told me to come see him next week and that I should phone him if I feel something is coming back.
They finally unlocked the door. I stood there silently, not knowing if I was actually free to go. Still shaking I looked at my watch... It was 17:45 and I knew my mom was waiting for me at school. The teachers then asked if it was OK to go. They then took me back to the school and dropped me off at my mom's car.
I climbed in and burst into tears. My mom asked what was wrong and I explained. She then told me that I probably just misunderstood what was going on and that she would speak to the principal. Nothing ever came of this.
This was by far one of the most traumatic events in my life. Although I know I contributed to the situation, 15 years later, as a trained and registered psychologist, the matter still haunts me...
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Some background: In my country, they took Christianity seriously. You were raised Christian, at school, we had Bible lessons/ scripture readings every morning before class started and your social life pretty much revolved around the church. When this event occurred, I was a youth leader in my church and even had a key to open the church every Friday evening and Sunday. I was a pretty awkward kid though; a bit weird and perhaps a little eccentric. So didn’t have that many friends in school (2 to be exact). Was a real social outcast back then. We also lived about 60 km away from school and I had to wait 4 to 5 hours after school for my mom to pick me up so we could go home. All these facts will be important for later.
So there were a bunch of things that happened leading up to the event.
It all started in January of my final year in high school. As last year students we had slightly more ‘privileges’ than all the other students. For one, every Monday morning we would all meet in a big Hall for Bible reading and the announcements for the week. Here all the younger students would sit on the icy cold floor at the bottom, and the final year students (and the very few girls) would sit in on chairs at the top of the gallery overlooking the big Hall. This was always made out to be a major privilege. We also had a choice to attend sports events like rugby or athletics (where for the younger students, it was obligatory).
One of the major sporting events at the beginning of the year was this inter-high school athletics competition. On one day in January, all the schools in the area would compete against each other to find the best athletes so they could be nominated to represent the area in provincial competitions. At these competitions, all the students from each school would need to attend as 'spectators'. Final-year students had a choice of whether or not they wanted to go. However, this year this event was moved to another school and there wasn't enough space for each school's entire populous. Therefore only the first-year and final-year students were 'forced' to go. Given that final-year students always had a choice in the past, and that this event was on a Friday...me and my two friends (Let's call them Dr Dre and The Wizard) decided to stay at home on that day and make a long weekend out of it.
Dr Dre was the only 'normal' one in my little group of friends. Dr Dre was really into rap music, he had good relationships with the teachers, all the different clicks of students (from the jocks to the geeks) liked him and he was overall a really decent kid (very wise and intelligent for his age). The Wizard, on the other hand was a very tall, blond Dutch boy that was into bizarre things. People found him to be extremely weird but didn't pick on him. He liked catching mice in the field, skinning them, and making stuff from their skins. He was (in his own mind) into wizardry (he identified as a dark wicca - dark witch). He was just overall very weird.
Anyway, the Monday morning after the athletics event, my two friends and I went to the big hall for the daily weekly Bible lesson and announcements as was customary. We sat at the top of the gallery and waited for the 'plebs' to fill the hall at the bottom. When everyone took their seats, two prefects (student leaders) came to the gallery and said that everyone that wasn't at the event on Friday would need to sit at the bottom with the plebs for the rest of the year. Apparently, they handed out little cards on Friday and well, we didn't have them... So my friends and I awkwardly stood up and made out way down the stairs. Halfway down, I told them that it was bullshit that we had to go sit with the 'kids'. The Wizard then said : "I say we just go sit outside the hall and refuse to go in... Make a statement".
At the time, we thought it was a good idea and went to go sit outside. About 15 mins later, a prefect (student leader) came to ask us why we were sitting outside. I responded, "it's none of your business" and he proceeded to go call one of the teachers. Our mathematics teacher (a short, mid-40s balding Greek man) came outside and asked why we were sitting there.... Without thinking, The Wizard said : "It's against our religion". The teacher asked what religion it was and we didn't respond. He turned around and walked away.We didn't mention which religion we were and at the time, we thought it was a brilliant response.
Later the day, we were in our homeroom class. The intercom went off (it broadcasts over the entire school), and an old woman's voice asked The Wizard, Dr Dre and I to go to the principal's office. Obviously the story had already spread across the entire school and everyone knew what this was about. We went to his office and sat on the old wooden benches in in front of his door. Dr Dre was the first to be asked to go in. Ten mins later, he comes out and returns to class. The Wizard and I were then asked to come in together.
The principal asked us to sit down and proceeded to ask us to explain the situation. Not willing to give up on the jig... We proceeded to stick to our story. He then asked if we were Satanists. The Wizard then responded and said something that would put me on a path prolonged psychological trauma. The Wizard said.... Yes. (Although he obviously wasn't). The principal then proceeded to ask questions why and how and when... It felt like we were sitting there for hours. The Wizard said that he was in it for power and control.. (All the time I'm thinking... WTF Dude!). I was quite throughout the entire session.. Mostly because I was afraid but primarily because I was shocked of the things that came out of his mouth. Around an hour later, we were asked to leave and return to class... And I thought the situation was resolved...
The next day at 7am all the students lined up in the quad as we always did from Tuesday till Friday. The principal did his Bible reading and the did his announcements. His final announcement sent shivers down my spine. He said that he made it his mission to destroy the satanic rituals and satanists in the school. At this stage it felt like all the students heads turned towards me.
With the 'extra' incentive, most students started to bully me, and I was consistently made fun of. Given that both Dr Dre and The Wizard were mucho gym junkies, no one picked on them... So I took the brunt of the students' and teachers' wrath. This went on for about 3 months. By the end of the three months, people already forgot that Dr Dre and The Wizard were involved in the matter... And I was basically now labelled as the school demon.... The face of the 'satanic cult' in the school. Already an outcast, my life was now an absolute living hell... The smart-ass remark to get us not to sit at the bottom of the hall, had now turned into a life of constant physical and psychological torture (from students and teachers).
Although I kept telling everyone that I wasn't a satanist and it was The Wizard lying to get us out of sitting with the younger students, no one believed me. Everything 'weird' that happened at the school was now always made out to be my fault. I even talked to the principal and even had my pastor from the church phone him. But nothing ever came of it. I just wanted the torture to stop, but no one would believe me.
So this brings me to D-day. The last Friday of the semester, the school came out at 11:00 (it usually came out at 14:00). Although the school was out and everyone was on their way home for the start of the summer vacation, I still had to stay at school till around 17:30 for my mom to come pick me up after work so we could go home. Around 11:30 the school was empty and I went to sit under my usual tree and entertained myself with SNAKE on my Nokia 5110.
Mid-game I saw the vice principal and the teacher that was in charge of religious studies walk up to me. They asked very politely if I wanted to take a ride with them. I declined, saying that my mom would be here at any moment to pick me up. The vice principal said he already spoke to my mom (which turned out to be a lie!) and she would only be there around 18:00. Fair enough. He caught me out in my BS excuse, and given that that was the usual time she would pick me up... I didn't think to question it further.
We walked to his car and I asked where we were going. He said he wanted to introduce me to 'a friend' of his. We climbed into his car and drove about 15 mins to a church. I knew the church because that was where the school's Minister (kinda like a priest) worked. This Minister was big and wobbly... And looked as if he could afford to skip a few meals. A pudgy fellow with rosy cheeks, a massive belly and this weird blueish-grey eyes that always seemed as if they stared through you when he looked at you. Let's call him Minister Bear.
So we get there and I felt my heart sink into my shoes. I knew where this was going. I was escorted around the church and led into a darkish room at the back of the building. As my eyes adjusted from the bright sun, to the darkish room, I saw Minister Bear, sitting behind his antique yellow wood desk. He welcomed my two teachers, stood up, and walked around the desk. As his friendly eyes move slowly away from my teachers, towards me... It systematically turned into this deep look of concern and fear. He locked the door next to me and said in a deep serious voice, "I feel a very dark presence in this room". And thanked my teachers for bringing me there.
He told my teachers to sit in the corner and ushered me to a chair in front of his desk. He sat down and proceeded to ask me a bunch of personal questions. It started innocent enough, like who I was and where I lived, through to have I ever had sex and if I'm gay (a taboo subject where I was from). The questions became ever darker and each time I would answer he would tell my teacher's "This isn't ManicSheep talking".
He then asked me if I was a satanist, to which I responded with a clear NO! I told him I was a youth leader in my church and that he could phone my pastor to ask. He would then respond by saying things like "Don't lie to me demon! Release this child of God ". The more I woud deny his claims, the more he would tell my teacher's that they needed to pray because the demon has a very strong hold over me.
This went on for about 2 hours. I looked at my watch and it was already 14:30. He would ask me what the demon in me's name was and how many of them were in me. I kept denying it and eventually burst out in tears, begging him to let me go. He said to my teachers that this was the demons way to want to escape, that he was getting closer to getting 'them' to release me. He asked me about satanist rituals and between every question he would ask... He would pray under his breath. No matter how much I cried, he didn't want to stop. I stood up and screamed that I am going to phone the police and ran to the door... Tried to open it... Shakes the handle... But the door was locked.
"You won't escape this room with this child l, demon" he would yell. I fell on the ground crying, saying my mom was looking for me and I just wanted to go home. At this stage, he picked me up with both hands and held me in the air. He pushed me against the wall and started praying louder. As I struggled to get free he yelled for my teachers to come put their hands on me and pray .. As the demons were loosing Control.
I was afraid for my life. As a kid of 17, I didn't know what was going on. I remember thinking about how can they feel a dark presence as I spend all my time at church. Why don't they want to phone my pastor? Why won't they believe me.
At this stage I realized that the only way out of this was to act out the role they clearly wanted me to play. That would be the only way out of the locked room. I tried to pull my tears back and looked him in the eyes.. And tried to push the quiver in my voice down. "OK you got me Minister." I said." You can have the child". He immediately dropped me and took a couple of steps back.
He started repeating the questions from earlier and told my teachers to pray harder as we were now getting to the crux of the matter. They needed to 'cast him out'. I kept responding to the questions in the way I thought they wanted. I then started speaking German backwards as they started praying harder. At this stage I just wanted to get out of there.
After what felt like years, they finally stopped and I fell to the ground. Minister Bear said... It's done. Laying on the ground, the tears again started balling out my eyes (this time out of total relief). They asked me how I felt and I couldn't stop crying. I just wanted to go home. I lied again and said I felt relieved and lighter and was unsure what was going on or how I got there.
The Minister then told me I was possessed by a series of demons (I can't remember the name he gave it) and that they were holding on deeply to my soul. That it took hours for them to cast them out. But I am free now, and that is why I felt so light and that crying is normal. He prayed one more time and gave me his number. He told me to come see him next week and that I should phone him if I feel something is coming back.
They finally unlocked the door. I stood there silently, not knowing if I was actually free to go. Still shaking I looked at my watch... It was 17:45 and I knew my mom was waiting for me at school. The teachers then asked if it was OK to go. They then took me back to the school and dropped me off at my mom's car.
I climbed in and burst into tears. My mom asked what was wrong and I explained. She then told me that I probably just misunderstood what was going on and that she would speak to the principal. Nothing ever came of this.
This was by far one of the most traumatic events in my life. Although I know I contributed to the situation, 15 years later, as a trained and registered psychologist, the matter still haunts me...
2023.04.01 13:24 Transientconfusion Tired of isolation... so I have an idea
Communities...`
My life in the last few years has been marred with isolation, and I can safely say most people my age are suffering from it. For a long time, I have been contemplating the possibility of buying land or property with others to create a community.
I know what you are thinking: A hippie-type commune. Absolutely not. A community with communal aspects would be far more realistic and apt right now-- one which is in constant interaction with the rest of society so as to avoid cultivating a cult-like atmosphere.
Such an organisation would allow people to express their concerns, interact with others, explore their passions and defend themselves with the security of the community to catch them if they are fired out the office window. We can also organise academic and creative workshops, lectures etc., to educate each other on whatever we want, including everyday things like the culinary arts or carpentry.
Maybe I am daydreaming a bit, but I think such a community would be beneficial to people.
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My life in the last few years has been marred with isolation, and I can safely say most people my age are suffering from it. For a long time, I have been contemplating the possibility of buying land or property with others to create a community.
I know what you are thinking: A hippie-type commune. Absolutely not. A community with communal aspects would be far more realistic and apt right now-- one which is in constant interaction with the rest of society so as to avoid cultivating a cult-like atmosphere.
Such an organisation would allow people to express their concerns, interact with others, explore their passions and defend themselves with the security of the community to catch them if they are fired out the office window. We can also organise academic and creative workshops, lectures etc., to educate each other on whatever we want, including everyday things like the culinary arts or carpentry.
Maybe I am daydreaming a bit, but I think such a community would be beneficial to people.
2023.04.01 13:23 costapowerindustries Reliable power supply to keep electricity flowing
 | submitted by costapowerindustries to u/costapowerindustries [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/9bnxq0x9c9ra1.jpg?width=1000&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=38ddb483f4030a5c765116f853866bad994025e6 Technology runs the world, and in our ever-connected global space, a major power outage will bring life as we know it to a standstill. All the gadgets, machinery, and services in the civilized world depend upon electricity, and if power is cut out for an extended period, it would not only cause great inconvenience but also cost businesses and industries to suffer massive losses. That’s where a UPS system comes in. A power blackout could last for a couple of hours or even a few days, and completely disrupt people’s lives. As we’ve understood all too well here in the India, you never know when a blackout can occur, and natural disasters like hurricanes or floods only exacerbate the issue. 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2023.04.01 13:23 Worth-Investment-436 Top 20 public accounting firms close to the shore (<1hr) in NC, SC or GA?
I currently work for a Big 4 firm in New England, have lived here my whole life, and I’m so over the cold weather. However, I have always lived <1hr from the ocean and don’t want to lose that because I love the beach. But ever since I lost a significant amount of weight 5 years ago (200 to 130) I am cold all the time (checked for anemia, it’s not that).
I was checking what Big 4 firms have locations 1hr or less from the southern shore and it looks like the the only options are KPMG in Norfolk, VA or multiple options in FL. However, my partner is an attorney and FL does not have reciprocity so we can’t do FL.
Anyway, I’m a 2nd year senior and still mostly like Big 4, but given my limited options I’m definitely open to other large (top 20ish or so) firms such as RSM, BDO, etc. I don’t really want to go through more lists of offices if any of you know of locations off the top of your head?
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I was checking what Big 4 firms have locations 1hr or less from the southern shore and it looks like the the only options are KPMG in Norfolk, VA or multiple options in FL. However, my partner is an attorney and FL does not have reciprocity so we can’t do FL.
Anyway, I’m a 2nd year senior and still mostly like Big 4, but given my limited options I’m definitely open to other large (top 20ish or so) firms such as RSM, BDO, etc. I don’t really want to go through more lists of offices if any of you know of locations off the top of your head?
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2023.04.01 13:21 AnderLouis_ Hail and Farewell (George Moore) - Chapter 11
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PROMPTS: Poor Edward. Something quite wrong about what went on here...
Today's Reading, via Project Gutenberg:
Before starting I would pay Edward a visit in his tower, and after a few words about the play, I would tell him that the way out of our South African difficulties was simple—the Government should arm the blacks; and this would make Edward growl out that the English Government was beastly enough to do it; and I remember how I used to go away, pleased that I had always the courage of my morality. Other men do what they know to be wrong, and repent, or think they repent; but as it would be impossible for me to do what I believe to be wrong, repentance is for me an idle word; and, thinking that to raise an army of seventy thousand blacks would be a fine trick to play upon the Boers, I often returned through the park full of contempt for my countrymen, my meditations interrupted occasionally by some natural sight—the beauty of the golden bracken through which the path twisted, a crimson beech at the end of it, or the purple beauty of a line of hills over against the rocky plain freckled with the thatched cabins of the peasantry. Nor do I remember more beautiful evenings than these were; and, as the days drew in, the humble hawthorns shaped themselves into lovely silhouettes, and a meaning seemed to gather round the low, mossy wall out of which they grew, until one day the pictorial idea which had hitherto stayed my steps melted away, and I became possessed by a sentimental craving for the country itself. After all, it was my country, and, strangely perturbed, I returned to the castle to ask Edward's opinion regarding the mysterious feeling that had glided suddenly into my heart as I stood looking at the Burran Mountains.
It is difficult for anybody to say why he loves his country, for what is a country but a geographical entity? And I am not sure that Edward was listening very attentively when I told him of a certain pity, at variance with my character, that had seemed to rise out of my heart.
It would be strange if Cathleen ni Houlihan were to get me after all. That is impossible ... only a passing feeling; and I sat looking at him, remembering that the feeling I dreaded had seemed to come out of the landscape and to have descended into my heart. But he was so little interested in what seemed to me transcendental that I refrained from further explanation, concluding that he was thinking of his play, which had gone to Coole yesterday. I was led to think this, for he was sitting at the window as if watching for Yeats. We were expecting our poet.
Here he is. I wonder what he thinks of your revisions?
And to save Edward from humiliation I asked Yeats as soon as he came into the room if he liked the new third act.
No, no; it's entirely impossible. We couldn't have such a play performed. And dropping his cloak from his shoulders, he threw his hair from his brow with a pale hand, and sank into a chair, and seemed to lose himself in a sudden meditation. It was like a scene from a play, with Yeats in the principal part; and, admiring him, I sat thinking of the gloom of Kean, of the fate of the Princes in the Tower, headsmen, and suchlike things, and thinking, too, that Yeats, notwithstanding his hierarchic airs, was not an actual literary infallibility. The revised third act might not be as bad as he seemed to think it. He might be mistaken ... or prejudiced. Yeats's literary integrity is without stain, that I knew. But he might be prejudiced against Edward without knowing it. The success of The Heather Field had stirred up in Edward, till then the most unassuming of men, a certain aggressiveness which, for some time past, I could see had been getting on Yeats's nerves. Nor am I quite sure that myself at that moment would not have liked to humble Edward a little ... only a little. But let us not be drawn from the main current of our resolution, which is entirely literary, by a desire to note every sub-current. Yeats looked very determined, and when I tried to induce him to give way he answered:
We are artists, and cannot be expected to accept a play because other plays as bad, and nearly as bad, have been performed.
Saints, I said, do not accept sins because sins are of common occurrence.
He did not answer, but sat looking into the fire gloomily.
He takes a very determined view of your play, Edward. It may not strike me in the same light. If you will give me the manuscript I'll just run upstairs with it. I can't read it in front of you both.
There was no reason why I should read the first two acts; Edward had not touched them. What he had engaged to rewrite was the last half of the third act, and a few minutes would enable me to see if he had made sufficient alterations for the play to be put forward—not as a work of art—that is as something that would be acted fifty years hence for the delight of numerous audiences, as proof of the talent that existed in Ireland at the end of the nineteenth century—but as a play to which literary people could give their attention without feeling ashamed of themselves afterwards. There was no reason why we should ask for more than that; for the subject of the play was merely one of topical interest, and it is a mistake—I pointed this out to Yeats—to be very particular about the literary quality of such a play. All the same it would have to be put right, and this Edward could not do. It was more a matter for a cunning literary hand than for a fellow like Edward with a streak of original genius in him, and very little literary tact.
On these reflections I sat down to read, but the play was so crude, even in its revised form, that I fell to thinking that Yeats's thoughts must have wandered very often from the page. He should have remembered, however, whilst we discussed the play with Edward, that Edward was a human being after all, and not made it apparent that he looked upon the play as something the local schoolmaster might have written, and of all, should have kept looks out of his face which said as plainly as words could: Your soul is inferior, beneath my notice; take it away. He did not even seem to apprehend that Edward was torn between love of self and love of Ireland. Abstract thinking, I said, kills human sympathies, and Yeats is no longer able to appreciate anything but literary values. The man behind the play is ignored ... Yeats can no longer think with his body; it is only his mind that thinks. He is all intellect, if that isn't too cardinal a word. And seeing before me quite a new country of conjecture, one which I had never rambled in, I sat thinking of the cruelty of the monks of the Middle Ages, and the cruelty of the nuns and the monks of the present day. Their thoughts are abstracted from this world, from human life—that is why; and Yeats was a sort of monk of literature, an Inquisitor of Journalism who would burn a man for writing that education was progressing by leaps and bounds. Opinions make people cruel—literary as well as theological. Whereas the surgeon, whose thought is always of the flesh, is the kindliest of creatures. It is true that one sometimes hears of surgeons who, in the pursuit of science, willingly undertake operations which they know to be dangerous, and we know that the scientists in the laboratory are indifferent to the sufferings of the animals they vivisect. Even so, Nature thinks like the surgeon who risks an operation in order that he may discover the cause of the disease. The knowledge he gathers from the death of the patient is passed on, and it saves the life of another. But the artist cannot pass on any portion of his art to his pupil; his gift lives in himself and dies with him, and his art comes as much from his heart as from his intellect. The intellect outlives the heart, and the heart of Yeats seemed to me to have died ten years ago; the last of it probably went into the composition of The Countess Cathleen.
Yesterevening, when we wandered about the lake, talking of The Shadowy Waters, trying to free it from the occult sciences that had grown about it, Fomorians beaked and unbeaked, and magic harps and Druid spells, I did not perceive that the difficulties into which the story had wandered could be attributed to a lack of human sympathy. But Yeats's treatment of Edward proved it to me. The life of the artist is always at difficult equipoise; he may fail from lack of human sympathies, or he may yield altogether to them and become a mere philanthropist; and we may well wonder what the choice of the artist would have been if he had to choose between the destruction of Messina and Reggio or of Herculaneum and Pompeii. Were he to choose the ancient ruins in preference to the modern towns, he might give very good reasons for doing so, saying that to prolong the lives of a hundred thousand people for a few years would not be, in his opinion, worth a bronze like the Narcissus. A very specious argument might be maintained in favour of the preservation of the bronze, even at the price of a hundred thousand lives. Perhaps he might let the bronze go, but if all Greek art were added he would hesitate, and when he had let one hundred thousand men and women go to their doom he would probably retire into the mountains to escape from sight of every graven thing. To write a play our human and artistic sympathies must be very evenly balanced, and I remembered that among my suggestions for the reconstruction of The Shadowy Waters, the one that Yeats refused most resolutely was that the woman should refuse to accompany the metaphysical pirate to the ultimate North, but return somewhat diffidently, ashamed of herself, to the sailors who were drinking yellow ale.
Yeats has reflected himself in the pirate, I said. All he cares for is a piece of literature. The man behind it matters nothing to him. But am I not just as wicked as he? Worse, indeed, for Edward is my oldest friend and I do not defend him. Whereupon the manuscript fell from my hand, and I sat for a long time thinking; and then, getting up, I wandered out of my room and hung over the banisters, looking down into the central hall, asking myself what Yeats and Edward were saying to each other, and thinking that their talk must be strained and difficult, thinking too that my duty was to go down to them and bring their bitter interview to an end.
And I resolved to say that I could see no reason why the play should not be acted. But half-way down the stairs my conscience forbade so flagrant a lie. Yeats would not believe me. And what good would it do to allow Edward to bring over actors and actresses for the performance of such a play? It's kinder to tell him the truth. In the middle of the hall I stopped again. But if I tell him the truth the Irish Literary Theatre will come to an end.
Well, Edward, I've read your play ... but the alterations you've made aren't very considerable, and I can't help thinking that the play requires something more done to it.
You've read my play very quickly. Are you sure you've read it?
I've read all the passages that you've altered.
I had only glanced through them, but I could not tell him that a glance was sufficient.
If there were time, you might alter it yourself. You see, the time is short—only two months; and I watched Edward. For a long time he said nothing, but sat like a man striving with himself, and I pitied him, knowing how much of his life was in his play.
I give you the play, he said, starting to his feet. Do with it as you like; turn it inside out, upside down. I'll make you a present of it!
But, Edward, if you don't wish me to alter your play—
Ireland has always been divided, and I've preached unity. Now I'm going to practise it. I give you the play.
But what do you mean by giving us the play? Yeats said.
Do with it what you like. I'm not going to break up the Irish Literary Theatre. Do with my play what you like, and he rushed away.
I'm afraid, Yeats, his feelings are very much hurt.
And my heart went out to the poor man sitting alone in his tower, brooding over his failure. I expected Yeats to say something sympathetic, but all he said was: We couldn't produce such a play as that. It was perhaps the wisest thing he could say under the circumstances. For what use is there in sentimentalising over the lamb whose throat is going to be cut in the slaughter-house?
The sooner the alterations are made the better.
And I asked Yeats to come over tomorrow.
You see, you'll have to help me with this adaptation, for I know nothing of Ireland.
It is a pleasure to be with him, especially when one meets him for the purpose of literary discussion; he is a real man of letters, with an intelligence as keen as a knife, and a knife was required to cut the knots into which Edward had tied his play, for very few could be loosened. The only fault I found with Yeats in this collaboration was the weariness into which he sank suddenly, saying that after a couple of hours he felt a little faint, and would require half an hour's rest.
We returned to the play after lunch, and continued until nearly seven o'clock, too long a day for Yeats, who was not so strong then as he is now, and Lady Gregory wrote to me, saying that I must be careful not to overwork him, and that it would be well not to let him go more than two hours without food—a glass of milk, or, better still, a cup of beef-tea in the afternoon, and half an hour after lunch he was to have a glass of sherry and a biscuit. These refreshments were brought up by Gantley, Edward's octogenarian butler, and every time I heard his foot upon the stairs I offered up a little prayer that Edward was away in his tower, for, of course, I realised that the tray would bring home to him in a very real and cruel way the fact that his play was being changed and rewritten under his very roof, and that he was providing sherry and biscuits in order to enable Yeats to strike out, or, worse still, to rewrite his favourite passages. It was very pathetic; and while pitying and admiring Edward for his altruism, I could not help thinking of two children threading a bluebottle. True that the bluebottle's plight is worse than Edward's, for the insect does not know why it is being experimented upon, but Edward knew he was sacrificing himself for his country, and the idea of sacrifice begets a great exaltation of mind, is in fact, a sort of anaesthetic; and sustained by this belief we, Yeats and I, worked on through the day, Yeats tarrying as late as seven o'clock in order to finish a scene, Edward asking him to stay to dinner, a kindness that proved our undoing, for we lacked tact, discussing before Edward the alterations we were going to make. He sat immersed in deep gloom, saying he did not like our adaptation of the first act, and when we told him the alterations we were going to make in the second, he said:
But you surely aren't going to alter that? Why do you do this? Good heavens! I wouldn't advise you—
Yeats looked at him sternly, as a schoolmaster looks at a small boy, and next morning Edward told me that he was going to Dublin, adding that I had better come with him. On my mentioning that I expected Yeats that afternoon, he said that he would write, telling him of his decision, and a note came from Lady Gregory in the course of the afternoon, saying that she was leaving Coole. Would it be convenient to Edward to allow Yeats to stay at Tillyra for a few days by himself? He would like to continue the composition of The Shadowy Waters in Galway.
Lady Gregory's request seemed to me an extraordinary one to make in the present circumstances, and it seemed still more extraordinary that Edward should have granted it, and without a moment's hesitation, as if Yeats's literary arrogance had already dropped out of his memory. Such self-effacement as this was clearly a matter for psychological inquiry, and I turned Edward over in my mind many times before I discovered that his self-effacement should be attributed to patriotism rather than to natural amiability. He believed Yeats to be Ireland's poet, and to refuse to shelter him might rob Ireland of a masterpiece, a responsibility which he did not care to face.
Extraordinary! I said to myself, and as in a vision I saw Ireland as a god demanding human sacrifices, and everybody, or nearly everybody, crying: Take me, Ireland, take me; I am unworthy, but accept me as a burnt-offering. Ever since I have been in the country I have heard people speaking of working for Ireland. But how can one work for Ireland without working for oneself? What do they mean? They do not know themselves, but go on vainly sacrificing all personal achievement, humiliating themselves before Ireland as if the country were a god. A race inveterately religious I suppose it must be! And these sacrifices continue generation after generation. Something in the land itself inspires them. And I began to tremble lest the terrible Cathleen ni Houlihan might overtake me. She had come out of that arid plain, out of the mist, to tempt me, to soothe me into forgetfulness that it is the plain duty of every Irishman to disassociate himself from all memories of Ireland—Ireland being a fatal disease, fatal to Englishmen and doubly fatal to Irishmen. Ireland is in my family. My grand-uncle lay in prison condemned to death for treason; my father wasted his life in the desert of national politics. It is said that the custom of every fell disease is to skip a generation, and up to the present it had seemed that I conformed to the rule. But did I? If I did not, some great calamity awaited me, and I remembered that the middle-aged may not change their point of view. To do so is decadence.
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PROMPTS: Poor Edward. Something quite wrong about what went on here...
Today's Reading, via Project Gutenberg:
XI
While Edward revised his play Yeats and I talked of The Shadowy Waters, and the Boers crossed one of our frontiers into Cape Colony or Natal—I have forgotten which; but I remember very well my attitude of mind towards the war, and how I used to walk every day from Tillyra to Ardrahan, a distance of at least two Irish miles, to fetch the newspaper, so anxious was I to read of a victory for our soldiers.Before starting I would pay Edward a visit in his tower, and after a few words about the play, I would tell him that the way out of our South African difficulties was simple—the Government should arm the blacks; and this would make Edward growl out that the English Government was beastly enough to do it; and I remember how I used to go away, pleased that I had always the courage of my morality. Other men do what they know to be wrong, and repent, or think they repent; but as it would be impossible for me to do what I believe to be wrong, repentance is for me an idle word; and, thinking that to raise an army of seventy thousand blacks would be a fine trick to play upon the Boers, I often returned through the park full of contempt for my countrymen, my meditations interrupted occasionally by some natural sight—the beauty of the golden bracken through which the path twisted, a crimson beech at the end of it, or the purple beauty of a line of hills over against the rocky plain freckled with the thatched cabins of the peasantry. Nor do I remember more beautiful evenings than these were; and, as the days drew in, the humble hawthorns shaped themselves into lovely silhouettes, and a meaning seemed to gather round the low, mossy wall out of which they grew, until one day the pictorial idea which had hitherto stayed my steps melted away, and I became possessed by a sentimental craving for the country itself. After all, it was my country, and, strangely perturbed, I returned to the castle to ask Edward's opinion regarding the mysterious feeling that had glided suddenly into my heart as I stood looking at the Burran Mountains.
It is difficult for anybody to say why he loves his country, for what is a country but a geographical entity? And I am not sure that Edward was listening very attentively when I told him of a certain pity, at variance with my character, that had seemed to rise out of my heart.
It would be strange if Cathleen ni Houlihan were to get me after all. That is impossible ... only a passing feeling; and I sat looking at him, remembering that the feeling I dreaded had seemed to come out of the landscape and to have descended into my heart. But he was so little interested in what seemed to me transcendental that I refrained from further explanation, concluding that he was thinking of his play, which had gone to Coole yesterday. I was led to think this, for he was sitting at the window as if watching for Yeats. We were expecting our poet.
Here he is. I wonder what he thinks of your revisions?
And to save Edward from humiliation I asked Yeats as soon as he came into the room if he liked the new third act.
No, no; it's entirely impossible. We couldn't have such a play performed. And dropping his cloak from his shoulders, he threw his hair from his brow with a pale hand, and sank into a chair, and seemed to lose himself in a sudden meditation. It was like a scene from a play, with Yeats in the principal part; and, admiring him, I sat thinking of the gloom of Kean, of the fate of the Princes in the Tower, headsmen, and suchlike things, and thinking, too, that Yeats, notwithstanding his hierarchic airs, was not an actual literary infallibility. The revised third act might not be as bad as he seemed to think it. He might be mistaken ... or prejudiced. Yeats's literary integrity is without stain, that I knew. But he might be prejudiced against Edward without knowing it. The success of The Heather Field had stirred up in Edward, till then the most unassuming of men, a certain aggressiveness which, for some time past, I could see had been getting on Yeats's nerves. Nor am I quite sure that myself at that moment would not have liked to humble Edward a little ... only a little. But let us not be drawn from the main current of our resolution, which is entirely literary, by a desire to note every sub-current. Yeats looked very determined, and when I tried to induce him to give way he answered:
We are artists, and cannot be expected to accept a play because other plays as bad, and nearly as bad, have been performed.
Saints, I said, do not accept sins because sins are of common occurrence.
He did not answer, but sat looking into the fire gloomily.
He takes a very determined view of your play, Edward. It may not strike me in the same light. If you will give me the manuscript I'll just run upstairs with it. I can't read it in front of you both.
There was no reason why I should read the first two acts; Edward had not touched them. What he had engaged to rewrite was the last half of the third act, and a few minutes would enable me to see if he had made sufficient alterations for the play to be put forward—not as a work of art—that is as something that would be acted fifty years hence for the delight of numerous audiences, as proof of the talent that existed in Ireland at the end of the nineteenth century—but as a play to which literary people could give their attention without feeling ashamed of themselves afterwards. There was no reason why we should ask for more than that; for the subject of the play was merely one of topical interest, and it is a mistake—I pointed this out to Yeats—to be very particular about the literary quality of such a play. All the same it would have to be put right, and this Edward could not do. It was more a matter for a cunning literary hand than for a fellow like Edward with a streak of original genius in him, and very little literary tact.
On these reflections I sat down to read, but the play was so crude, even in its revised form, that I fell to thinking that Yeats's thoughts must have wandered very often from the page. He should have remembered, however, whilst we discussed the play with Edward, that Edward was a human being after all, and not made it apparent that he looked upon the play as something the local schoolmaster might have written, and of all, should have kept looks out of his face which said as plainly as words could: Your soul is inferior, beneath my notice; take it away. He did not even seem to apprehend that Edward was torn between love of self and love of Ireland. Abstract thinking, I said, kills human sympathies, and Yeats is no longer able to appreciate anything but literary values. The man behind the play is ignored ... Yeats can no longer think with his body; it is only his mind that thinks. He is all intellect, if that isn't too cardinal a word. And seeing before me quite a new country of conjecture, one which I had never rambled in, I sat thinking of the cruelty of the monks of the Middle Ages, and the cruelty of the nuns and the monks of the present day. Their thoughts are abstracted from this world, from human life—that is why; and Yeats was a sort of monk of literature, an Inquisitor of Journalism who would burn a man for writing that education was progressing by leaps and bounds. Opinions make people cruel—literary as well as theological. Whereas the surgeon, whose thought is always of the flesh, is the kindliest of creatures. It is true that one sometimes hears of surgeons who, in the pursuit of science, willingly undertake operations which they know to be dangerous, and we know that the scientists in the laboratory are indifferent to the sufferings of the animals they vivisect. Even so, Nature thinks like the surgeon who risks an operation in order that he may discover the cause of the disease. The knowledge he gathers from the death of the patient is passed on, and it saves the life of another. But the artist cannot pass on any portion of his art to his pupil; his gift lives in himself and dies with him, and his art comes as much from his heart as from his intellect. The intellect outlives the heart, and the heart of Yeats seemed to me to have died ten years ago; the last of it probably went into the composition of The Countess Cathleen.
Yesterevening, when we wandered about the lake, talking of The Shadowy Waters, trying to free it from the occult sciences that had grown about it, Fomorians beaked and unbeaked, and magic harps and Druid spells, I did not perceive that the difficulties into which the story had wandered could be attributed to a lack of human sympathy. But Yeats's treatment of Edward proved it to me. The life of the artist is always at difficult equipoise; he may fail from lack of human sympathies, or he may yield altogether to them and become a mere philanthropist; and we may well wonder what the choice of the artist would have been if he had to choose between the destruction of Messina and Reggio or of Herculaneum and Pompeii. Were he to choose the ancient ruins in preference to the modern towns, he might give very good reasons for doing so, saying that to prolong the lives of a hundred thousand people for a few years would not be, in his opinion, worth a bronze like the Narcissus. A very specious argument might be maintained in favour of the preservation of the bronze, even at the price of a hundred thousand lives. Perhaps he might let the bronze go, but if all Greek art were added he would hesitate, and when he had let one hundred thousand men and women go to their doom he would probably retire into the mountains to escape from sight of every graven thing. To write a play our human and artistic sympathies must be very evenly balanced, and I remembered that among my suggestions for the reconstruction of The Shadowy Waters, the one that Yeats refused most resolutely was that the woman should refuse to accompany the metaphysical pirate to the ultimate North, but return somewhat diffidently, ashamed of herself, to the sailors who were drinking yellow ale.
Yeats has reflected himself in the pirate, I said. All he cares for is a piece of literature. The man behind it matters nothing to him. But am I not just as wicked as he? Worse, indeed, for Edward is my oldest friend and I do not defend him. Whereupon the manuscript fell from my hand, and I sat for a long time thinking; and then, getting up, I wandered out of my room and hung over the banisters, looking down into the central hall, asking myself what Yeats and Edward were saying to each other, and thinking that their talk must be strained and difficult, thinking too that my duty was to go down to them and bring their bitter interview to an end.
And I resolved to say that I could see no reason why the play should not be acted. But half-way down the stairs my conscience forbade so flagrant a lie. Yeats would not believe me. And what good would it do to allow Edward to bring over actors and actresses for the performance of such a play? It's kinder to tell him the truth. In the middle of the hall I stopped again. But if I tell him the truth the Irish Literary Theatre will come to an end.
Well, Edward, I've read your play ... but the alterations you've made aren't very considerable, and I can't help thinking that the play requires something more done to it.
You've read my play very quickly. Are you sure you've read it?
I've read all the passages that you've altered.
I had only glanced through them, but I could not tell him that a glance was sufficient.
If there were time, you might alter it yourself. You see, the time is short—only two months; and I watched Edward. For a long time he said nothing, but sat like a man striving with himself, and I pitied him, knowing how much of his life was in his play.
I give you the play, he said, starting to his feet. Do with it as you like; turn it inside out, upside down. I'll make you a present of it!
But, Edward, if you don't wish me to alter your play—
Ireland has always been divided, and I've preached unity. Now I'm going to practise it. I give you the play.
But what do you mean by giving us the play? Yeats said.
Do with it what you like. I'm not going to break up the Irish Literary Theatre. Do with my play what you like, and he rushed away.
I'm afraid, Yeats, his feelings are very much hurt.
And my heart went out to the poor man sitting alone in his tower, brooding over his failure. I expected Yeats to say something sympathetic, but all he said was: We couldn't produce such a play as that. It was perhaps the wisest thing he could say under the circumstances. For what use is there in sentimentalising over the lamb whose throat is going to be cut in the slaughter-house?
The sooner the alterations are made the better.
And I asked Yeats to come over tomorrow.
You see, you'll have to help me with this adaptation, for I know nothing of Ireland.
It is a pleasure to be with him, especially when one meets him for the purpose of literary discussion; he is a real man of letters, with an intelligence as keen as a knife, and a knife was required to cut the knots into which Edward had tied his play, for very few could be loosened. The only fault I found with Yeats in this collaboration was the weariness into which he sank suddenly, saying that after a couple of hours he felt a little faint, and would require half an hour's rest.
We returned to the play after lunch, and continued until nearly seven o'clock, too long a day for Yeats, who was not so strong then as he is now, and Lady Gregory wrote to me, saying that I must be careful not to overwork him, and that it would be well not to let him go more than two hours without food—a glass of milk, or, better still, a cup of beef-tea in the afternoon, and half an hour after lunch he was to have a glass of sherry and a biscuit. These refreshments were brought up by Gantley, Edward's octogenarian butler, and every time I heard his foot upon the stairs I offered up a little prayer that Edward was away in his tower, for, of course, I realised that the tray would bring home to him in a very real and cruel way the fact that his play was being changed and rewritten under his very roof, and that he was providing sherry and biscuits in order to enable Yeats to strike out, or, worse still, to rewrite his favourite passages. It was very pathetic; and while pitying and admiring Edward for his altruism, I could not help thinking of two children threading a bluebottle. True that the bluebottle's plight is worse than Edward's, for the insect does not know why it is being experimented upon, but Edward knew he was sacrificing himself for his country, and the idea of sacrifice begets a great exaltation of mind, is in fact, a sort of anaesthetic; and sustained by this belief we, Yeats and I, worked on through the day, Yeats tarrying as late as seven o'clock in order to finish a scene, Edward asking him to stay to dinner, a kindness that proved our undoing, for we lacked tact, discussing before Edward the alterations we were going to make. He sat immersed in deep gloom, saying he did not like our adaptation of the first act, and when we told him the alterations we were going to make in the second, he said:
But you surely aren't going to alter that? Why do you do this? Good heavens! I wouldn't advise you—
Yeats looked at him sternly, as a schoolmaster looks at a small boy, and next morning Edward told me that he was going to Dublin, adding that I had better come with him. On my mentioning that I expected Yeats that afternoon, he said that he would write, telling him of his decision, and a note came from Lady Gregory in the course of the afternoon, saying that she was leaving Coole. Would it be convenient to Edward to allow Yeats to stay at Tillyra for a few days by himself? He would like to continue the composition of The Shadowy Waters in Galway.
Lady Gregory's request seemed to me an extraordinary one to make in the present circumstances, and it seemed still more extraordinary that Edward should have granted it, and without a moment's hesitation, as if Yeats's literary arrogance had already dropped out of his memory. Such self-effacement as this was clearly a matter for psychological inquiry, and I turned Edward over in my mind many times before I discovered that his self-effacement should be attributed to patriotism rather than to natural amiability. He believed Yeats to be Ireland's poet, and to refuse to shelter him might rob Ireland of a masterpiece, a responsibility which he did not care to face.
Extraordinary! I said to myself, and as in a vision I saw Ireland as a god demanding human sacrifices, and everybody, or nearly everybody, crying: Take me, Ireland, take me; I am unworthy, but accept me as a burnt-offering. Ever since I have been in the country I have heard people speaking of working for Ireland. But how can one work for Ireland without working for oneself? What do they mean? They do not know themselves, but go on vainly sacrificing all personal achievement, humiliating themselves before Ireland as if the country were a god. A race inveterately religious I suppose it must be! And these sacrifices continue generation after generation. Something in the land itself inspires them. And I began to tremble lest the terrible Cathleen ni Houlihan might overtake me. She had come out of that arid plain, out of the mist, to tempt me, to soothe me into forgetfulness that it is the plain duty of every Irishman to disassociate himself from all memories of Ireland—Ireland being a fatal disease, fatal to Englishmen and doubly fatal to Irishmen. Ireland is in my family. My grand-uncle lay in prison condemned to death for treason; my father wasted his life in the desert of national politics. It is said that the custom of every fell disease is to skip a generation, and up to the present it had seemed that I conformed to the rule. But did I? If I did not, some great calamity awaited me, and I remembered that the middle-aged may not change their point of view. To do so is decadence.
2023.04.01 13:21 Ryu_Kurobane I got left behind by my friends for a trip
I'll write down a betrayal that I experienced by my friends that I considered close yesterday, since it's been a while I felt this sad emotion related to friends.
At my university, an outdoor club organized a Joshua Tree weekend trip (3 day 2 night). 4 members had to pay $80 and 6 non members had to pay $145 for tickets (Max 10 students can join). The club posted this event a month ago. One of my friends, I'll name her VL, found this event, messaged it in the group chat, and asked us if any of us were down. I was the only one who replied to VL and responded that I'm interested in going. We continued to invite other friends in person but all of them were reluctant to say that they're down since it's still a month away.
A week before the trip, VL told me that since it's only the 2 of us from our friend group that are going and she's been busy for a while, she decides not to go anymore. I also decided not to go since she was the only student I knew that was going to the trip (I knew the organizer but we only talked like once or twice).
HOWEVER, just a day before the trip (3/31), VL went to a happy hour with her friends in the group chat that was hosted near the university. I couldn't go because I was still working. At the event, the organizer of the trip also went to the happy hour and he asked if any of them were down to go to the trip. He was able to easily invite them since they were friends since last semester.
FYI, this paragraph is just my assumption but the organizer made a ticket where my friends only have to pay $25 for a single day/night JUST FOR THEM. My friends all agreed and they bought the discounted tickets at the spot, including VL. The number of discounted tickets were 4 and the number of students that the organizer invited were also 4 so the discounted tickets sold out immediately.
COUPLE HOURS LATER, VL informed that she changed her mind and she's going with 3 of her friends. This is her text message:
"Hey! So Super last minute by my friends decided they wanted to go to Joshua Tree trip so I'll go as well. But we are only going for one night and coming back Sunday. Did you still wanna go? The only issue is the single day ticket is sold out."
I was like "Bruh, what the heck!? why did you buy the tickets without telling me?! Why the hell would I pay $100 for myself?! (the organizer also discounted the 3 day non member ticket from $145 to $100).
I immediately reached out to the organizer asking if I can still buy the single day ticket. And he said no, it's all sold out. So I responded to VL saying "I can't go bc I don't want to pay for the 3 day ticket since you guys are leaving on Sat and I'll have to stay for the trip on Sunday/Monday without anyone I know. I know the organizer but we're not that close". So I decided not go to the trip that I was eager to go.
BUT there was another twist that I found out. The trip was posted on the university's event website and you can see who's attending the trip. When VL messaged, 4 of my friends (including VL) were going and the single day ticket was already sold out. But I checked back again after couple hours and I found out that another friend (NN) in our group chat was in the attendees' list. I confirmed with NN on what type of ticket she bought and she also bought the single day ticket, EVEN THOUGH THE BUTTON FOR SINGLE DAY TICKET WAS DISABLED ON THE WEBSITE. NN was also close with the organizer so he allowed NN to buy the single day ticket just for her, even though I asked the organizer if I can also buy the single day ticket like 2 hours ago before NN bought it.
After I found this "plot twist", sadness and anger filled my emotion.
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At my university, an outdoor club organized a Joshua Tree weekend trip (3 day 2 night). 4 members had to pay $80 and 6 non members had to pay $145 for tickets (Max 10 students can join). The club posted this event a month ago. One of my friends, I'll name her VL, found this event, messaged it in the group chat, and asked us if any of us were down. I was the only one who replied to VL and responded that I'm interested in going. We continued to invite other friends in person but all of them were reluctant to say that they're down since it's still a month away.
A week before the trip, VL told me that since it's only the 2 of us from our friend group that are going and she's been busy for a while, she decides not to go anymore. I also decided not to go since she was the only student I knew that was going to the trip (I knew the organizer but we only talked like once or twice).
HOWEVER, just a day before the trip (3/31), VL went to a happy hour with her friends in the group chat that was hosted near the university. I couldn't go because I was still working. At the event, the organizer of the trip also went to the happy hour and he asked if any of them were down to go to the trip. He was able to easily invite them since they were friends since last semester.
FYI, this paragraph is just my assumption but the organizer made a ticket where my friends only have to pay $25 for a single day/night JUST FOR THEM. My friends all agreed and they bought the discounted tickets at the spot, including VL. The number of discounted tickets were 4 and the number of students that the organizer invited were also 4 so the discounted tickets sold out immediately.
COUPLE HOURS LATER, VL informed that she changed her mind and she's going with 3 of her friends. This is her text message:
"Hey! So Super last minute by my friends decided they wanted to go to Joshua Tree trip so I'll go as well. But we are only going for one night and coming back Sunday. Did you still wanna go? The only issue is the single day ticket is sold out."
I was like "Bruh, what the heck!? why did you buy the tickets without telling me?! Why the hell would I pay $100 for myself?! (the organizer also discounted the 3 day non member ticket from $145 to $100).
I immediately reached out to the organizer asking if I can still buy the single day ticket. And he said no, it's all sold out. So I responded to VL saying "I can't go bc I don't want to pay for the 3 day ticket since you guys are leaving on Sat and I'll have to stay for the trip on Sunday/Monday without anyone I know. I know the organizer but we're not that close". So I decided not go to the trip that I was eager to go.
BUT there was another twist that I found out. The trip was posted on the university's event website and you can see who's attending the trip. When VL messaged, 4 of my friends (including VL) were going and the single day ticket was already sold out. But I checked back again after couple hours and I found out that another friend (NN) in our group chat was in the attendees' list. I confirmed with NN on what type of ticket she bought and she also bought the single day ticket, EVEN THOUGH THE BUTTON FOR SINGLE DAY TICKET WAS DISABLED ON THE WEBSITE. NN was also close with the organizer so he allowed NN to buy the single day ticket just for her, even though I asked the organizer if I can also buy the single day ticket like 2 hours ago before NN bought it.
After I found this "plot twist", sadness and anger filled my emotion.
- Shouldn't VL have messaged me when they were buying the ticket at the happy hour? If VL told the organizer that there's another student, who's not here at the moment, that's interested in going to this trip, he might've increased the number of the single day ticket.
- Why the heck did the organizer favored someone? Today, 9 people will be going to this trip and NN bought the single day ticket AFTER it got sold out. The max is 10 people SO WHY CAN'T I ALSO BUY THE SINGLE DAY TICKET? The club is already losing money from Airbnb since they discounted the tickets to get people to join.
- Why the heck my friends who didn't respond at all or waited to respond until THE DAY BEFORE can go to the trip and me, who responded like a month ago, get left behind?!
2023.04.01 13:20 TBS-Lolboosted [H] Sea of Thieves XBOX/PC EU, Priced Humble and Fanatical leftovers [W] Paypal, TF2, offers and wishlist
Hi there,
I got some leftover game keys from bundles, Paypal fees are for the buyer (NA region 5,4%+€0,35). I value everything in € euro's! I'm also accepting trades (no Amazon prime offers please), TF2 keys and prices are always negotiable.
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I got some leftover game keys from bundles, Paypal fees are for the buyer (NA region 5,4%+€0,35). I value everything in € euro's! I'm also accepting trades (no Amazon prime offers please), TF2 keys and prices are always negotiable.
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2023.04.01 13:20 Alive-Elderberry5783 Well, well, well. How the turn tables.
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2023.04.01 13:20 valarmorghulus Where is my case actually ?
My I-485 employment based have been pending since last 5 months . I mesgd Emma out of curiosity, asking what is the latest update on my case. Emma Saïd it is transferred to Boise, Id field office. I know Emma doesn’t say correct all the time , so I pinged them again and This time too they gave the same information.
After 4 days I pinged them again and now they are saying it is in NBC and have never moved from there , confirmed that with one more Uscis officer and he said the same thing .
Whom should I trust now? Anyone who faced the same ?
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After 4 days I pinged them again and now they are saying it is in NBC and have never moved from there , confirmed that with one more Uscis officer and he said the same thing .
Whom should I trust now? Anyone who faced the same ?
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2023.04.01 13:19 Ryu_Kurobane I got left behind by my friends for a trip
I'll write down a betrayal that I experienced by my friends that I considered close yesterday, since it's been a while I felt this sad emotion related to friends.
At my university, an outdoor club organized a Joshua Tree weekend trip (3 day 2 night). 4 members had to pay $80 and 6 non members had to pay $145 for tickets (Max 10 students can join). The club posted this event a month ago. One of my friends, I'll name her VL, found this event, messaged it in the group chat, and asked us if any of us were down. I was the only one who replied to VL and responded that I'm interested in going. We continued to invite other friends in person but all of them were reluctant to say that they're down since it's still a month away.
A week before the trip, VL told me that since it's only the 2 of us from our friend group that are going and she's been busy for a while, she decides not to go anymore. I also decided not to go since she was the only student I knew that was going to the trip (I knew the organizer but we only talked like once or twice).
HOWEVER, just a day before the trip (3/31), VL went to a happy hour with her friends in the group chat that was hosted near the university. I couldn't go because I was still working. At the event, the organizer of the trip also went to the happy hour and he asked if any of them were down to go to the trip. He was able to easily invite them since they were friends since last semester.
FYI, this paragraph is just my assumption but the organizer made a ticket where my friends only have to pay $25 for a single day/night JUST FOR THEM. My friends all agreed and they bought the discounted tickets at the spot, including VL. The number of discounted tickets were 4 and the number of students that the organizer invited were also 4 so the discounted tickets sold out immediately.
COUPLE HOURS LATER, VL informed that she changed her mind and she's going with 3 of her friends. This is her text message:
"Hey! So Super last minute by my friends decided they wanted to go to Joshua Tree trip so I'll go as well. But we are only going for one night and coming back Sunday. Did you still wanna go? The only issue is the single day ticket is sold out."
I was like "Bruh, what the heck!? why did you buy the tickets without telling me?! Why the hell would I pay $100 for myself?! (the organizer also discounted the 3 day non member ticket from $145 to $100).
I immediately reached out to the organizer asking if I can still buy the single day ticket. And he said no, it's all sold out. So I responded to VL saying "I can't go bc I don't want to pay for the 3 day ticket since you guys are leaving on Sat and I'll have to stay for the trip on Sunday/Monday without anyone I know. I know the organizer but we're not that close". So I decided not go to the trip that I was eager to go.
BUT there was another twist that I found out. The trip was posted on the university's event website and you can see who's attending the trip. When VL messaged, 4 of my friends (including VL) were going and the single day ticket was already sold out. But I checked back again after couple hours and I found out that another friend (NN) in our group chat was in the attendees' list. I confirmed with NN on what type of ticket she bought and she also bought the single day ticket, EVEN THOUGH THE BUTTON FOR SINGLE DAY TICKET WAS DISABLED ON THE WEBSITE. NN was also close with the organizer so he allowed NN to buy the single day ticket just for her, even though I asked the organizer if I can also buy the single day ticket like 2 hours ago before NN bought it.
After I found this "plot twist", sadness and anger filled my emotion.
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At my university, an outdoor club organized a Joshua Tree weekend trip (3 day 2 night). 4 members had to pay $80 and 6 non members had to pay $145 for tickets (Max 10 students can join). The club posted this event a month ago. One of my friends, I'll name her VL, found this event, messaged it in the group chat, and asked us if any of us were down. I was the only one who replied to VL and responded that I'm interested in going. We continued to invite other friends in person but all of them were reluctant to say that they're down since it's still a month away.
A week before the trip, VL told me that since it's only the 2 of us from our friend group that are going and she's been busy for a while, she decides not to go anymore. I also decided not to go since she was the only student I knew that was going to the trip (I knew the organizer but we only talked like once or twice).
HOWEVER, just a day before the trip (3/31), VL went to a happy hour with her friends in the group chat that was hosted near the university. I couldn't go because I was still working. At the event, the organizer of the trip also went to the happy hour and he asked if any of them were down to go to the trip. He was able to easily invite them since they were friends since last semester.
FYI, this paragraph is just my assumption but the organizer made a ticket where my friends only have to pay $25 for a single day/night JUST FOR THEM. My friends all agreed and they bought the discounted tickets at the spot, including VL. The number of discounted tickets were 4 and the number of students that the organizer invited were also 4 so the discounted tickets sold out immediately.
COUPLE HOURS LATER, VL informed that she changed her mind and she's going with 3 of her friends. This is her text message:
"Hey! So Super last minute by my friends decided they wanted to go to Joshua Tree trip so I'll go as well. But we are only going for one night and coming back Sunday. Did you still wanna go? The only issue is the single day ticket is sold out."
I was like "Bruh, what the heck!? why did you buy the tickets without telling me?! Why the hell would I pay $100 for myself?! (the organizer also discounted the 3 day non member ticket from $145 to $100).
I immediately reached out to the organizer asking if I can still buy the single day ticket. And he said no, it's all sold out. So I responded to VL saying "I can't go bc I don't want to pay for the 3 day ticket since you guys are leaving on Sat and I'll have to stay for the trip on Sunday/Monday without anyone I know. I know the organizer but we're not that close". So I decided not go to the trip that I was eager to go.
BUT there was another twist that I found out. The trip was posted on the university's event website and you can see who's attending the trip. When VL messaged, 4 of my friends (including VL) were going and the single day ticket was already sold out. But I checked back again after couple hours and I found out that another friend (NN) in our group chat was in the attendees' list. I confirmed with NN on what type of ticket she bought and she also bought the single day ticket, EVEN THOUGH THE BUTTON FOR SINGLE DAY TICKET WAS DISABLED ON THE WEBSITE. NN was also close with the organizer so he allowed NN to buy the single day ticket just for her, even though I asked the organizer if I can also buy the single day ticket like 2 hours ago before NN bought it.
After I found this "plot twist", sadness and anger filled my emotion.
- Shouldn't VL have messaged me when they were buying the ticket at the happy hour? If VL told the organizer that there's another student, who's not here at the moment, that's interested in going to this trip, he might've increased the number of the single day ticket.
- Why the heck did the organizer favored someone? Today, 9 people will be going to this trip and NN bought the single day ticket AFTER it got sold out. The max is 10 people SO WHY CAN'T I ALSO BUY THE SINGLE DAY TICKET? The club is already losing money from Airbnb since they discounted the tickets to get people to join.
- Why the heck my friends who didn't respond at all or waited to respond until THE DAY BEFORE can go to the trip and me, who responded like a month ago, get left behind?!
2023.04.01 13:19 Barett_50cal My fallout 4 rpg craving is temporarily satiated
Fallout 4 is my all time favorite game. A game I've come back to hundreds of times and put thousands of hours into. The beauty in this game is in its infinite replay-ability. With the numerous endings, plethora of side Quests and characters, infinite character builds, and compelling main story lines it's a world that sucks you in and watches you grow. The first time I peered out of the vault I easily found my way through the starter Quests. I built up sanctuary and got lost in the apocalyptic Sims settlement. Willing to help out my new friends as much as I could I was introduced to my first real challenge. Venturing to and from corvega taught me the value of stealth in this unforgiving wasteland. The first time I ever seen a super mutant I was helping some friendly umpires, as fragile as I was the team support gave me the confidence to take on this hoard. The world slowly expanded yet I remained grounded to my sanctuary. I remember exploring the map for the first time and how well the enemies scaled based on distance from my home. This made the map terrifying but I always had the quicksave safety net to keep me confident. Radiant Quests opened the map while main story opened the world. The first time I seen the Prydwen it was jaw dropping and when I met its army of super soldiers I felt at home like my indoctrination was natural. As I leveled I gained power, as I was given better weapons and armour I felt the power. This game made me feel the progression better than any other. I started as a scared child crouch walking accross the wasteland but I ended up laughing in the face of death claws. After my first playthough I was lvl 70+ but my difficulty was normal, my build favored stealth and range as that is what the world pushed me towards. I knew I could do better. What other settlements could I max out? What weapons had I never found? How many companions were available? What benefits did other endings hold? The game compelled me to explore it again as a better version of my previous self. Playing the game on very hard kept the world terrifying when I knew where to get the better weapons early. I wanted to take down the super soldiers I'd been so close with before just to see if I could. Introduce supply lines, settlement vendors, junk duplication (to let my settlement building creativity thrive), the world kept giving me more to do and I kept getting better. I was a stealth sniper, vats gunslinger, automatic weapon Chemist, power armour heavy weapons, charismatic smooth talker, mele one hitter, Institute coarser. Every time I maxed a character I just wanted to try something else. Playing side Quests kept the game fresh, somehow missed the pirate ship till like my 10th playthrough. When you combine the character build with the infinite combinations of side and main quests this makes every playthrough totally unique. Introducing dlcs. I'm king of the Commonwealth. Next logical objective is to rule farharbour and nuka world, maybe ill bring a robot to help. If I'm using a robot companion maybe I don't need weapons, try using nothing but fists and let my robot be my enforcer. Maybe this time I'll talk with mama Murphy so I can sadistically giggle telling the coarser his recall code. Once mastered the difficulty can be upped to survival adding in plenty more difficulty but these difficulties put my knowledge of the game to good use. Knowing where beds are and having to plan my trips efficiently added a new layer to the game. This game was perfect for me. The ultimate rpg where I explored MY wasteland. When 76 approached I pre-ordered. It would be the second game in the fallout universe I play. I wanted multi-player fallout 4. Dying light style co-op multi-player in the fallout genre would have allowed me to introduce my friends to the game I loved to much. We all know how 76s release went.... getting griefed by randoms was not what I bought the game for....so back to fallout 4 I go. Now it's 2023 and I'm telling you my rpg craving has been temporarily satiated. I have 36hours into cyberpunk 2077 and everything I love that pulls me to play fallout is there. The infinite character customization, the BEAUTIFUL world begging to be explored, the side Quests with intriguing characters. I'm on my first playthrough but it will not be my only one. I have the same craving to memorize the map that I had with fallout 4. One day I will be king of night city, maybe it'll be on my 12th playthrough but when I am I'll sit back and think of Nora.
Ps. I didn't even mention mods. When you run out of content, add some more.
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Ps. I didn't even mention mods. When you run out of content, add some more.
2023.04.01 13:18 heartofag Is he trying to help me out or scam me somehow
I'm a student at CC, when I was leaving a study group a Vietnamese dude approached me asking for directions to the admissions office for his sister. He started talking about what I'm doing and money related things. He has told me that he is a banker next to a very prestigious university that is near me and tells me he can ask his mentor if he can mentor me. Now he's arranged a meeting over boba in a relatively safe spot next to the university. Is this some sort of new scam or is he genuinely trying to help me and should I go? If you have any other questions feel free to ask I'll answer asap
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2023.04.01 13:15 SnacksAttacked (H7 Rewrite) Head to Head
[Unnamed warehouse]
Haru's blurry vision begins to clear up as he regains consciousness. He finds himself bound to a chair, trapped in a storage area of some sort...
Haru: Sweet biscuits... what the hell kinda dream is this?
Amber: A dream..? Hm... you wish it was a dream...
Haru turns his head slightly to find Amber, the assassin that brought him here.
Haru: I thought you guys were professional... now you're kidnapping people?!
Amber: Oh honey... you of all people should know why I did this.
Haru: ...Why? Because you're a sick bastard?
Before Amber can finish, an explosion rips through the side of the warehouse, as Ryota, twirling his gun, steps out dramatically. He fires a shot at Amber, but misses.
Ryota: Amber...
Amber: Ryota...
Ryota: (Pointing the gun at her head) I'll give you one last chance to give up and-
Amber: (Holding up her hands) I will, Ryota...
Ryota: ...What?
Amber: You heard me... I'll untie Haru.
Ryota: You're... giving up that easily? I mean, thank you, but... why?
Amber: Easy...
Amber comes in close to Ryota, putting her arm around him.
Amber: You've always been my biggest target..
Ryota: Your biggest target... Wait a minute... are you saying..?
Amber: Your wifey was a witch, Ryota... a total fraud! What I did was merely an act of justice.
Ryota: And the incessant hunting down... I've always noticed that look in your eyes...
Haru: Wait wait wait wait... can someone relay me on what's going on?
Ryota and Amber gaze into eachothers eyes, and kiss.
Haru: Alright then... I guess not...
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Haru's blurry vision begins to clear up as he regains consciousness. He finds himself bound to a chair, trapped in a storage area of some sort...
Haru: Sweet biscuits... what the hell kinda dream is this?
Amber: A dream..? Hm... you wish it was a dream...
Haru turns his head slightly to find Amber, the assassin that brought him here.
Haru: I thought you guys were professional... now you're kidnapping people?!
Amber: Oh honey... you of all people should know why I did this.
Haru: ...Why? Because you're a sick bastard?
Before Amber can finish, an explosion rips through the side of the warehouse, as Ryota, twirling his gun, steps out dramatically. He fires a shot at Amber, but misses.
Ryota: Amber...
Amber: Ryota...
Ryota: (Pointing the gun at her head) I'll give you one last chance to give up and-
Amber: (Holding up her hands) I will, Ryota...
Ryota: ...What?
Amber: You heard me... I'll untie Haru.
Ryota: You're... giving up that easily? I mean, thank you, but... why?
Amber: Easy...
Amber comes in close to Ryota, putting her arm around him.
Amber: You've always been my biggest target..
Ryota: Your biggest target... Wait a minute... are you saying..?
Amber: Your wifey was a witch, Ryota... a total fraud! What I did was merely an act of justice.
Ryota: And the incessant hunting down... I've always noticed that look in your eyes...
Haru: Wait wait wait wait... can someone relay me on what's going on?
Ryota and Amber gaze into eachothers eyes, and kiss.
Haru: Alright then... I guess not...
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2023.04.01 13:15 outofwedlock Interview with former staff writer: TBL’s process, template, intentional borrowing
2018 interview with Marisa Tam
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T. A. Wardrope (TCG): What brought you to The Blacklist? What about the show appealed to you?
Marisa Tam: I did a program called NBC’s Writers on the Verge, which is an initiative from the network to train writers who are almost ready to be on a writing staff as well as an effort to increase diversity among writers for NBC and Universal shows. At the end of the program, the NBC folks sent the script I wrote in WOTV to the shows that were looking for new writers. It caught the eye of someone at The Blacklist, and they brought me in to meet with Jon Bokenkamp, the creator and executive producer, who liked me well enough to hire me.
I wasn’t a viewer of the show before someone at NBC gave me a heads-up that I was in the running for a job, so I had to watch three seasons over the span of a few weeks. But that race-against-the-clock marathon to get up to date with the show showed me the sheer breadth of James Spader’s abilities as an actor and the wide, ambitious variety of crimes and action sequences the show tackles on a regular basis. It was both daunting and an exciting prospect for a baby writer staring down her first paid writing gig.
TCG: Did you do any background reading or research into other shows or films or did you approach this as a “blank page”?
Marisa: My research tends to be more in the vein of weird news: articles about unusual jobs or brain disorders or missing nuclear weapons, of which there are more than you’d like there to be. We’re always looking for new sandboxes to play in that would give us either a weird backdrop for an episode or a persona for the Blacklister or even someone who provides a service to the criminal world—a venture capitalist for criminal endeavors, for example.
But sometimes the bosses like something from another show or from ’80s or ’90s movies that will be the framework on which we build a Blacklist episode. We were even once asked to try structuring an episode like an hour-long When Harry Met Sally.
TCG: Can you talk about the process in the writers’ room? The show can be fairly intricate, and I’m curious how that works itself out with the writing team.
Marisa: This show works differently from a lot of other shows, where the writers will be together in a room for most or all of the day. The showrunners, Jon Bokenkamp and John Eisendrath, generally figure out a story arc for a section of the season and pitch it to the room, which consists of 12 writers right now—though last year, we had 15! Then the writers pitch episodes that fit into that arc, and Jon and John run a “mini room” with a couple other upper-level writers, bringing individual writers in to break stories as they fit episodes into that arc. What that means for the rest of the writers is that we tend to work in smaller groups to flesh out ideas before the showrunners hear them.
The structure of the show can be pretty complex, but there is a loose formula, which helps when we’re coming up with stories. Generally, James Spader’s character, Red, brings a case to the FBI that presents as something like a kidnapping, but by the episode’s midpoint, the FBI team discovers that it wasn’t a kidnapping but a jailbreak, because the kidnap victim arranged her own abduction.
So sometimes we’re essentially coming up with two different ideas and trying to find a fun way to connect them through an interesting twist. Plus, we also have to fit a couple of action sequences in there somewhere, along with any smaller character storylines that need to be serviced. It can be a really difficult thing to do, but that’s why it’s great to have other writers to talk through the plot snarls—if I were trying to write this show without help, I probably would have put my head through a wall by now!
TCG: The show sits at an intersection of crime drama, tech thriller, and superhero science fiction. How do you feel about that? Are you inclined to any specific genre elements?
Marisa: I grew up on a lot of crime shows, but we were also loyal viewers of Star Trek: The Next Generation and Voyager, and stuff like Xena, so I hold a lot of different genres near and dear to my heart. The Blacklist is pretty grounded in comparison, though we definitely bend the rules on science that isn’t quite real yet and characters who do things like take off their noses at the end of the day.
But I like that the show is wide ranging, because it gives us the opportunity to explore different worlds and the criminal possibilities that come from each of them. It also gives me a chance to use a lot of the disparate, random knowledge that I’ve accumulated, even if it’s just to write a monologue for Spader about a tidal causeway.
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T. A. Wardrope (TCG): What brought you to The Blacklist? What about the show appealed to you?
Marisa Tam: I did a program called NBC’s Writers on the Verge, which is an initiative from the network to train writers who are almost ready to be on a writing staff as well as an effort to increase diversity among writers for NBC and Universal shows. At the end of the program, the NBC folks sent the script I wrote in WOTV to the shows that were looking for new writers. It caught the eye of someone at The Blacklist, and they brought me in to meet with Jon Bokenkamp, the creator and executive producer, who liked me well enough to hire me.
I wasn’t a viewer of the show before someone at NBC gave me a heads-up that I was in the running for a job, so I had to watch three seasons over the span of a few weeks. But that race-against-the-clock marathon to get up to date with the show showed me the sheer breadth of James Spader’s abilities as an actor and the wide, ambitious variety of crimes and action sequences the show tackles on a regular basis. It was both daunting and an exciting prospect for a baby writer staring down her first paid writing gig.
TCG: Did you do any background reading or research into other shows or films or did you approach this as a “blank page”?
Marisa: My research tends to be more in the vein of weird news: articles about unusual jobs or brain disorders or missing nuclear weapons, of which there are more than you’d like there to be. We’re always looking for new sandboxes to play in that would give us either a weird backdrop for an episode or a persona for the Blacklister or even someone who provides a service to the criminal world—a venture capitalist for criminal endeavors, for example.
But sometimes the bosses like something from another show or from ’80s or ’90s movies that will be the framework on which we build a Blacklist episode. We were even once asked to try structuring an episode like an hour-long When Harry Met Sally.
TCG: Can you talk about the process in the writers’ room? The show can be fairly intricate, and I’m curious how that works itself out with the writing team.
Marisa: This show works differently from a lot of other shows, where the writers will be together in a room for most or all of the day. The showrunners, Jon Bokenkamp and John Eisendrath, generally figure out a story arc for a section of the season and pitch it to the room, which consists of 12 writers right now—though last year, we had 15! Then the writers pitch episodes that fit into that arc, and Jon and John run a “mini room” with a couple other upper-level writers, bringing individual writers in to break stories as they fit episodes into that arc. What that means for the rest of the writers is that we tend to work in smaller groups to flesh out ideas before the showrunners hear them.
The structure of the show can be pretty complex, but there is a loose formula, which helps when we’re coming up with stories. Generally, James Spader’s character, Red, brings a case to the FBI that presents as something like a kidnapping, but by the episode’s midpoint, the FBI team discovers that it wasn’t a kidnapping but a jailbreak, because the kidnap victim arranged her own abduction.
So sometimes we’re essentially coming up with two different ideas and trying to find a fun way to connect them through an interesting twist. Plus, we also have to fit a couple of action sequences in there somewhere, along with any smaller character storylines that need to be serviced. It can be a really difficult thing to do, but that’s why it’s great to have other writers to talk through the plot snarls—if I were trying to write this show without help, I probably would have put my head through a wall by now!
TCG: The show sits at an intersection of crime drama, tech thriller, and superhero science fiction. How do you feel about that? Are you inclined to any specific genre elements?
Marisa: I grew up on a lot of crime shows, but we were also loyal viewers of Star Trek: The Next Generation and Voyager, and stuff like Xena, so I hold a lot of different genres near and dear to my heart. The Blacklist is pretty grounded in comparison, though we definitely bend the rules on science that isn’t quite real yet and characters who do things like take off their noses at the end of the day.
But I like that the show is wide ranging, because it gives us the opportunity to explore different worlds and the criminal possibilities that come from each of them. It also gives me a chance to use a lot of the disparate, random knowledge that I’ve accumulated, even if it’s just to write a monologue for Spader about a tidal causeway.
2023.04.01 13:15 Responsible_Dig3428 Getting accepted as a Scottish student without a flag
Hi, basically what the title says. I’m a Scottish student at a relatively high achieving state high school and my parents are both university graduates. Going out of Scotland for uni is out of the question for me as it’s too expensive so I will hopefully, if accepted, be going to university in Scotland.
With the Edinburgh university flagging results (only students with flags, meaning they came from disadvantaged backgrounds, being young carers or living in a certain low income postcode were accepted into a Law course at Edinburgh. No other non-fee paying Scottish students were accepted) I’m really worried about being able to get into university.
I absolutely agree with more room and opportunities being made for people who are disadvantaged. The education system is deeply inequitable. It’s just that I’m not a person who can afford to just go elsewhere or take courses outwith school and I’m really worried about being accepted or how to increase my chances of being accepted as a non-fee payer. St Andrews is absolutely my top choice for my subject, alongside Edinburgh. I’m a Scottish student who has been privileged in many ways with the state school I get to go to and the education level of my parents, but we do not have the money to put me on summer school courses or apply outside of Scotland where I get free university. I also don’t qualify for the Sutton Trust summer school or anything like that and I’m a bit worried after seeing someone on reddit say that the summer school leaders there states that they really pushed for the summer school attendees to be accepted. I’m a high achiever in school (straight As predicted for my Highers, taking 4 advanced Highers next year, involved in clubs and interested in my subject outwith school) but I‘m scared this won’t be enough.
I guess I’m just looking for advice, is this something to be worried about as a Scottish student? I’m interested in International Relations, and if there’s any out of school online courses, books or certificates IR students could recommend I could get in involved in to boost my chances of getting accepted when I send out my applications this year that would be so appreciated.
Thank you very much.
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With the Edinburgh university flagging results (only students with flags, meaning they came from disadvantaged backgrounds, being young carers or living in a certain low income postcode were accepted into a Law course at Edinburgh. No other non-fee paying Scottish students were accepted) I’m really worried about being able to get into university.
I absolutely agree with more room and opportunities being made for people who are disadvantaged. The education system is deeply inequitable. It’s just that I’m not a person who can afford to just go elsewhere or take courses outwith school and I’m really worried about being accepted or how to increase my chances of being accepted as a non-fee payer. St Andrews is absolutely my top choice for my subject, alongside Edinburgh. I’m a Scottish student who has been privileged in many ways with the state school I get to go to and the education level of my parents, but we do not have the money to put me on summer school courses or apply outside of Scotland where I get free university. I also don’t qualify for the Sutton Trust summer school or anything like that and I’m a bit worried after seeing someone on reddit say that the summer school leaders there states that they really pushed for the summer school attendees to be accepted. I’m a high achiever in school (straight As predicted for my Highers, taking 4 advanced Highers next year, involved in clubs and interested in my subject outwith school) but I‘m scared this won’t be enough.
I guess I’m just looking for advice, is this something to be worried about as a Scottish student? I’m interested in International Relations, and if there’s any out of school online courses, books or certificates IR students could recommend I could get in involved in to boost my chances of getting accepted when I send out my applications this year that would be so appreciated.
Thank you very much.
2023.04.01 13:14 CondoningIrony 30M California/Anywhere - Late Night Chats
I am in a relationship, and am only interested in platonic chats. Just getting that out of the way up front.
Hello there!
I’m just a stay-at-home boyfriend who keeps to himself and tries to live quietly and comfortably. I’m not super great at keeping up with a large amount of people, but I enjoy talking with and learning things about them.
I play a lot of video games, read the occasional book, and watch a lot of movies/shows. When I’m not doing that, I’m doing chores and cooking dinner and just generally taking care of things around the apartment.
I enjoy listening to music, and discovering new music!
I’m politically very left-wing and will not tolerate any right-wing fascist bullshit. Other than that I’ve been told I’m easy-going, and that’s how I try to be. I go into situations with a very laid back but alert attitude. I want to help people as much as I can.
I’m into collecting games. PS3 games are my main focus right now. But the PS1 is a big one too, as it was my first console way back in the late ‘90s. I collect other games as well, but my heart is full of PS1 and PS3 nostalgia. I’m also getting into collecting toys I had growing up. It’s just nice re-connecting with a part of my life that I don’t really have a lot of detailed memories of. Plus, it’s also nice to look at my shelves and pick out something and look at it and remember.
You don’t have to be into games to chat, but that is the one topic I’m most knowledgeable in, so it helps.
I’m down to talk about anything. Politics, life, ideas, memories… whatever you want. If you are passionate about a topic, I’d love to hear about it.
Are you the kind of person that enjoys the little moments? Laying in bed just listening to the sounds of a distant, working city. Looking up into the sky and contemplating your place in the universe. Just walking through a park and listening to peaceful sounds of nature. I love those moments.
Lately I’m between playing Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey and watching Scrubs.
As of now I’m just listening to some music and cataloguing things to get rid of.
Hope to hear from you! Chats or messages are fine. If we hit it off, I have the chat service that starts with D.
Cheers!
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Hello there!
I’m just a stay-at-home boyfriend who keeps to himself and tries to live quietly and comfortably. I’m not super great at keeping up with a large amount of people, but I enjoy talking with and learning things about them.
I play a lot of video games, read the occasional book, and watch a lot of movies/shows. When I’m not doing that, I’m doing chores and cooking dinner and just generally taking care of things around the apartment.
I enjoy listening to music, and discovering new music!
I’m politically very left-wing and will not tolerate any right-wing fascist bullshit. Other than that I’ve been told I’m easy-going, and that’s how I try to be. I go into situations with a very laid back but alert attitude. I want to help people as much as I can.
I’m into collecting games. PS3 games are my main focus right now. But the PS1 is a big one too, as it was my first console way back in the late ‘90s. I collect other games as well, but my heart is full of PS1 and PS3 nostalgia. I’m also getting into collecting toys I had growing up. It’s just nice re-connecting with a part of my life that I don’t really have a lot of detailed memories of. Plus, it’s also nice to look at my shelves and pick out something and look at it and remember.
You don’t have to be into games to chat, but that is the one topic I’m most knowledgeable in, so it helps.
I’m down to talk about anything. Politics, life, ideas, memories… whatever you want. If you are passionate about a topic, I’d love to hear about it.
Are you the kind of person that enjoys the little moments? Laying in bed just listening to the sounds of a distant, working city. Looking up into the sky and contemplating your place in the universe. Just walking through a park and listening to peaceful sounds of nature. I love those moments.
Lately I’m between playing Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey and watching Scrubs.
As of now I’m just listening to some music and cataloguing things to get rid of.
Hope to hear from you! Chats or messages are fine. If we hit it off, I have the chat service that starts with D.
Cheers!