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That’s how America leads – not with bluster, but with persistent, steady resolve.[*]

… As Americans, we respect human dignity, even when we’re threatened, which is why I’ve prohibited torture, and worked to make sure our use of new technology like drones is properly constrained. It’s why we speak out against the deplorable anti-Semitism that has resurfaced in certain parts of the world. It’s why we continue to reject offensive stereotypes of Muslims – the vast majority of whom share our commitment to peace. That’s why we defend free speech, and advocate for political prisoners, and condemn the persecution of women, or religious minorities, or people who are lesbian, gay, bisexual, or transgender. We do these things not only because they’re right, but because they make us safer.

USS Pueblo, John Anthony Walker… Walker began spying for the Soviets in 1968, when, distraught over his financial difficulties, he walked into the Soviet Embassy in Washington, D.C., sold a top secret document (a radio cipher card) for several thousand dollars, and negotiated an ongoing salary of $500 to $1,000 a week. Walker justified his treachery by claiming that the first classified Navy communications data he sold to the Soviets had already been completely compromised when the North Koreans had captured the U.S. Navy communications surveillance ship, the USS Pueblo. Yet the Koreans captured the Pueblo in January 1968 – one month after Walker had betrayed the information. Furthermore, a 2001 thesis presented at the U.S. Army Command and General Staff College using information obtained from Soviet archives and from Oleg Kalugin, indicated that the Pueblo incident may have taken place because the Soviets wanted to study equipment described in documents supplied to them by Walker.

Helpful post from the free dictionary on the difference between -ic and -ical as suffixes. It says “One possible reason why the ‘-ical’ variant has arisen in the evolution of English (and caused such confusion between the two suffixes) is to create adjectival forms of nouns that naturally end in ‘-ic.’ In such instances, we actually add a different suffix, ‘-al,’ to the end of the noun, which in turn creates the ‘-ical’ ending.” The entry also provides a list of instances where the different endings indicate markedly different meanings (e.g., politic, political.)

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οἱ παχέες σφόδρα κατὰ φύσιν, ταχυθάνατοι γίνονται μᾶλλον τῶν ἰσχνῶν.

*παχέες, stout, fat.

This—all of this, but particularly the suffering of considerably more pain and fear than necessary—is what happens to a person who is sick alone. (Anne Boyer)

rehabilitating the reputation of Neville Chamberlain,,,[POST, 07/20/15]

Idea of a way to explain Mallarme: that his poems speak only of the inter-relating vehicles of various underlying unnamed tenors. (Vehicle and Tenor in linguistics, 2nd def.)

Nous avons tous assez de force pour supporter les maux d’autrui.

We have strength enough to support the misfortunes of others.

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(On The Road, Jack Kerouac, pp.169-170). “At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best the white world had offered me was not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night. I stopped at a little shack where a man sold hot red chili in paper containers; I bought some and ate it, strolling in the dark mysterious streets. I wished I were a Denver Mexican, or even a poor overworked Jap, anything but what I was so drearily, a ‘white man’ disillusioned. All my life I’d had white ambitions; that was why I’d abandoned a good woman like Terry in the San Joaquin Valley. I passed the dark porches of Mexican and Negro homes; soft voices were there, occasionally the dusky knee of some mysterious sensuous gal; and dark faces of the men behind rose arbors. Little children sat like sages in ancient rocking chairs. A gang of colored woman came by, and one of the young ones detached herself from motherlike elders and came to me fast –“Hello Joe!”– and suddenly saw it wasn’t Joe, and ran back, blushing. I wished I were Joe. I was only myself, Sal Paradise, sad, strolling in the violet dark, this unbearably sweet night, wishing I could exchange worlds with the happy, true-hearted ecstatic Negroes of America.”

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