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Demosthenes Talking to a King.

19-Nov-11

Philip, King of Macedon, in this case, who would shortly conquer Greece:

It was evident, even in time of peace, what cause Demosthenes would steer in the commonwealth; for whatever was done by the Macedonian, he criticized and found fault with, and upon all occasions was stirring up the people of Athens, and inflaming them against him.  Therefore, in the court of Philip, no man was so much talked of, or of so great account as he; and when he came thither, one of the ten ambassadors who were sent into Macedonia, though all had audience given them, yet his speech was answered with most care and exactness.  But in other respects, Philip entertained him not so honorably as the rest, neither did he show him the same kindness and civility with which he applied himself to the party of Aeschines and Philocrates.  So that, when the others commended Philip for his able speaking, his beautiful person, nay, and also for his good companionship in drinking, Demosthenes could not refrain from cavilling at these praises; the first, he said, was a quality which might well enough become a rhetorician, the second a woman, and the last was only the property of a sponge; no one of them was the proper commendation of a prince.

Back to the supermarket.

19-Nov-11

Was mildly depressed buying vegetables again at the supermarket this past week, after a good five months of growing all my greens.  I still have some lettuce leaves left in the field, because some self-sown seedlings came up this fall, but in general the season is done.

The more time passes…

19-Nov-11

… the more astonishingly inappropriate it seems that this is the place I went to school:

The conflagration began after Princeton student Whitney Blodgett started to yell at the marchers as they passed by the bar. “We’re the 1 percent!” Blodgett yelled at them, laughing and making a thumbs up sign. “Get a job!” his friends yelled in chorus… “The fact is, America is a society that values skill,” said Blodgett, after calming down. “If I was in their position and didn’t have a skill or job, I guess I’d do the same thing.”

“And success showed their actions to be good.”

19-Nov-11

Yet another remarkable story from Plutarch.  The similarities to the sacrifice of Isaac are remarkable, and in general, whether or not religious precepts should be exposed to this kind of treatment, as opposed to taken at face value, is one of the perennially relevant theological questions; and whether or not the virtue of actions may be determined by their effectiveness is also forever relevant.  The scene is mid-fourth-century B.C. Greece, when the city of Thebes is struggling for its freedom against the hegemon Sparta.

Now when the Lacedaemonians had made peace with the other Greeks, and united all their strength against the Thebans only, and their king, Cleombrotus, had passed the frontier with ten thousand foot and one thousand horse, and not only subjection, as heretofore, but total dispersion and annihilation threatened, and Boeotia was in a greater fear than ever – Pelopidas, leaving his house, when his wife followed him on his way, and with tears begged him to be careful of his life, made answer, ‘Private men, my wife, should be advised to look to themselves, generals to save others.’  And when he came to the camp, and found the chief captains disagreeing, he, first, joined the side of Epaminondas, who advised to fight the enemy; though Pelopidas himself was not then in office as Boeotarch, but in command of the Sacred Band, and trusted as it was fit a man should be, who had given his country such proofs of his zeal for its freedom.  And so when a battle was agreed on, and they encamped in front of the Spartans at Leuctra, Pelopidas saw a vision, which much discomposed him.  In that plain lie the bodies of the daughters of one Scedasus, called from the place Leuctridae, having been buried there after having been ravished by some Spartan strangers.  When this base and lawless deed was done, and their father could get no satisfaction at Lacedaemon, with bitter imprecations on the Spartans, he killed himself at his daughters’ tombs: and from that time the prophecies and oracles still warned them to have a great care of the divine vengeance at Leuctra.  Many, however, did not understand the meaning, being uncertain about the place, because there was a little maritime town of Laconia called Leuctron, and near Megalopolis in Arcadia a place of the same name; and the villainy was committed long before this battle.

Now Pelopidas, being asleep in the camp, thought he saw the maidens weeping about their tombs, and cursing the Spartans, and Scedasus commanding, if they desired the victory, to sacrifice a virgin with chestnut [I presume this word is xanthos, which seems to mean something like “blond”] hair to his daughters.  Pelopidas looked on this as a harsh and impious injunction, but rose and told it to the prophets and commanders of the army, some of whom contended that it was fit to obey, and adduced as examples from the ancients, Menoeceus, son of Creon; Macaria, daughter of Hercules; and from later times, Pherecydes the philosopher, slain by the Lacedaemonians, and his skin, as the oracles advised, still kept by their kings.  Leonidas, again, warned by the oracle, did as it were sacrifice himself for the good of Greece; Themistocles offered human victims to Bacchus Omestes, before the engagement at Salamis; and success showed their actions to be good.  On the contrary, Agesilaus, going from the same place, and against the same enemies that Agamemnon did, and being commanded in a dream at Aulis to sacrifice his daughter, was so weak as to disobey; the consequence of which was, that his expedition was unsuccessful and inglorious.  But some on the other side urged that such a barbarous and impious obligation could not be pleasing to any Superior Beings; that typhons and giants did not preside over the world, but the general father of gods and men; that it was absurd to imagine any divinities or powers delighted in the slaughter and sacrifices of men; or, if there were such, they were to be neglected as weak and unable to assist; such unreasonable and cruel desires could only proceed from, and live in, weak and depraved minds.

The commanders thus disputing, and Pelopidas being in a great perplexity, a mare colt breaking from the herd, ran through the camp, and when she came to the place where they were stood still; and whilst some admired her bright chestnut color, others her mettle, or the strength and fury of her neighing, Theocritus, the augur, took thought, and cried out to Pelopidas, ‘O good friend! look, the sacrifice is come; expect no other virgin, but use that which the gods have sent thee.’  With that they took the colt, and leading her to the maidens’ sepulchers, with the usual solemnity and prayers, offered her with joy, and spread through the whole army the account of Pelopidas’s dream, and how they had given the required sacrifice.

In the battle, Epaminondas, bending his phalanx to the left, that, as much as possible, he might divide the right wing, composed of Spartans, from the other Greeks, and distress Cleombrotus by a fierce charge in column on that wing, the enemies perceived their design, and began to change their order, to open and extend their right wing, and, as they far exceeded him in number, to encompass Epaminondas.  But Pelopidas with the three hundred came rapidly up, before Cleombrotus could extend his line, and close up his divisions, and so fell upon the Spartans while in disorder; though the Lacedaemonians, the expertest and most practiced soldiers of all mankind, used to train and accustom themselves to nothing so much as to keep themselves from confusion upon any change of position, and to follow any leader, or right-hand man, and form in order, and fight on what part soever dangers press.  In this battle, however, Epaminondas with his phalanx, neglecting the other Greeks, and charging them alone, and Pelopidas coming up with such incredible speed and fury, so broke their courage and baffled their art that there began such a flight and slaughter amongst the Spartans as was never before known.  And so Pelopidas, though in no high office, but only captain of a small band, got as much reputation by the victory as Epaminondas, who was general and Boeotarch.

From the LIfe of Pelopidas.

Responsibility to Prosecute.

14-Nov-11

Sullivan confesses that “Greenwald has a point” – that one of the reasons why so many Republican presidential candidates support waterboarding is because there are no repercussions for it.  It is just another tactic in a game to them.  I’m sure that waterboarding a dog would land any of them in jail, a la Michael Vick, but waterboarding a human being wouldn’t.

I had precisely the same thought independently – that continued support, at the highest levels, for an action technically illegal by our own law probably could be traced to Obama’s refusal to do anything about it.  I think perhaps the situation at Penn State has reminded us that idle tolerance of crime is actually a problem, morally and pragmatically.

Maintaining a Republic.

14-Nov-11

A republic by definition depends on the existence of res publica, public property.  The existence of publicly held institutions, open to all, is the key to equality of opportunity.  As public programs will continue to face pressure from so-called Republicans, it is wise to call to mind how access to them has shaped lives.  I grew up poor in New York City, in a family that received food stamps and for many years could not afford a telephone or an oil burner, but I was immersed in the rich public life of the city, which meant a virtually unlimited supply of books, art, and educational opportunities.  Here is Bill Moyers on this topic:

‎I was one of the poorest white kids in town, but in many respects I was the equal of my friend who was the daughter of the richest man in town. I went to good public schools, had the use of a good public library, played sandlot baseball in a good public park and traveled far on good public roads with good public facilities to a good public university. Because these public goods were there for us, I never thought of myself as poor. When I began to piece the story together years later, I came to realize that people like the Moyerses had been included in the American deal. “We, the People” included us.

And:

In his Pulitzer Prize–winning book The Radicalism of the American Revolution, historian Gordon Wood says that our nation discovered its greatness “by creating a prosperous free society belonging to obscure people with their workaday concerns and pecuniary pursuits of happiness.” This democracy, he said, changed the lives of “hitherto neglected and despised masses of common laboring people.”

If this is a Christian nation, it is because of things like this.  The notion that zealous Christians in particular are working to overthrow the things which support “neglected and despised masses of common laboring people” is another of life’s horrific/amusing ironies.  Full speech here.

Garden 2011.

11-Nov-11

The long nights have kept me indoors more than usual, and I spent a little time reviewing photos from the course of this year.  Normally, like most overeducated people (I suppose), I presume that I am a failure who gets absolutely nothing done whatsoever; which is generally true; but looking at some of the photos of my garden, I felt that something had happened this year; and if I could just find a way to keep going, perhaps in a century some of the plans I have in mind will be accomplished.

Just for reference, let me start with the beginning of 2010, after the garden area had been cleared:

The garden at the beginning of last year.

The garden at the beginning of last year.

After the first “work weekend” – when a group of friends came up to help me get things done – the garden looked like this:

The fire pit got built in 2010.

Note the wonderful Catskill soil.

That first year we built a vegetable bed, which produced a fabulous harvest that fall.  Skip ahead to this year.  When things got underway this April, this was what things looked like:

The first vegetable bed.

The first vegetable bed.

I had to shovel snow out in order to plant lettuce in mid April, which ended up being mildly useless, as it didn’t germinate until almost June anyway.  The plan was to convert last year’s vegetable bed into a perennial bed, and build a new vegetable bed.  So I got to work on the new bed:

Doing the stonework for a new bed.

Doing the stonework for a new bed.

I wanted to do all the sides of the beds in stone, but finding stonework backbreaking and difficult – and so precise that I wanted to do it myself – I used railroad ties for the straight sections, having been offered a bunch of them for free.  I built mini stone retaining walls for the curved parts.

The new bed is prepped and ready.

Almost ready for planting. You can see some lettuce coming in in the foreground, finally.

In April and May I was working constantly at the nursery, but I did manage to get things done at my own garden on days when it was pouring.  And more friends came up to help.  I designed a perennial garden with more than 30 species, all natives except for food plants (asparagus and some herbs), and planted a vegetable bed as well.

Building stone access paths for the new bed.

Building stone access paths for the new bed.

Once the basic hardscaping was done, I could actually plant things.  Since I don’t have running water, I used wood bark – which retains moisture very well – as a mulch over my beds where I could.  I didn’t quite have enough bark, but it lasts for years and as I cut wood I get more of the stuff.

Growth.

Growth.

In the photo above you can see tomatoes, peas, cucumbers, lettuces, peppers, cabbages, and some herbs.  The carrots had not yet sprouted (but they turned out very well).  The peppers utterly failed this year – some kind of disease.  There were also lots of “If you build it, they will come” moments, when wildlife turned up to live in the garden.  The wood bark ended up being a superior place for spiders to live, and the spiders I suppose brought Scipio, my garden snake.

"If you build it, they will come."  Scipio, one of the garden residents.

"If you build it, they will come." Scipio, one of the garden residents.

The garden continued to grow through the summer:

Progress.

Progress. I thought the deer skull (which I found along the river) might discourage deer.

Other shots:

In the foreground is the raspberry bed I also managed to finish.  I stuck a few more tomatoes in there while the bushes fill in.

In the foreground is the raspberry bed I also managed to finish. I stuck a few more tomatoes in there while the bushes fill in.

Another:

Meanwhile, the perennial garden is growing.

Meanwhile, the perennial garden is growing.

Another “if you build it they will come” moment: a garden spider, Argiope Aurantia:

Garden spider and Liatris Spicata.

Garden spider and Liatris Spicata.

By the end of the summer, everything has filled in:

"My garden overflows; thick and wild and hidden is the sweetness there that grows."

"My garden overflows; thick and wild and hidden is the sweetness there that grows."

Late summer brings us to the peak:

This actually looks like a garden.  Early September.

This actually looks like a garden. Early September.

A lot of the perennials I put in didn’t bloom this year, including my Vernonia, Joe-Pye weed, Baptisia, and elderberry.  I’m expecting better performance as the plants get older.  But I know my perennial bed needs more color – which is why, of course, people use annuals.  I’m looking into ways to achieve this.  I’m growing echinacea from seed this year, because it provided most of the color this year in July.  In the photo above you can see that the brown-eyed susans (Rudbeckia) provide the garden feel – i.e., color – though they really only start doing this in September.

Winter brings us back to the ground.  But most of these plants are perennials, and should be back next year.

Plutarch on Writing, History, and Virtue.

11-Nov-11

Reading a fair amount of Plutarch recently, the lives of Timoleon, Aemilius Paulus, Pelopidas, and Marcellus.  What a superb man.  Below is very nearly a summa of the highest, deeds-oriented (as opposed to eloquence-oriented) Classicism.  You can hear how much he shaped the writerly outlook on Montaigne fifteen centuries later – what a thought, that our way of looking at the world might help others see anew fifteen centuries in the future:

It was for the sake of others that I first commenced writing biographies; but I find myself proceeding and attaching myself to it for my own; the virtues of these great men serving me as a sort of looking-glass, in which I may see how to adjust and adorn my own life.  Indeed, it can be compared to nothing but daily living and associating together; we receive, as it were, in our inquiry, and entertain each successive guest, view “their stature and their qualities” and select from their actions all that is noblest and worthiest to know.  “Ah, what greater pleasure can one have?” or what more effective means to one’s moral improvement?  Democritus tells us we ought to pray that of the phantoms appearing in the circumambient air, such may present themselves to us as are propitious, and that we may rather meet with those that are agreeable to our natures and are good, than the evil and unfortunate; which is simply introducing into philosophy a doctrine untrue in itself, and leading to endless superstitions.  My method, on the contrary, is, by the study of history, and by the familiarity acquired in writing, to habituate my memory to receive and retain images of the best and worthiest characters.  I thus am enabled to free myself from any ignoble, base, or vicious impressions, contracted from the contagion of ill company that I may be unavoidably engaged in; by the remedy of turning my thoughts in a happy and calm temper to view these noble examples.  Of this kind are those of Timoleon the Corinthian and Aemilius Paulus, to write whose lives is my present business; men equally famous, not only for their virtues, but success; insomuch that they have left it doubtful whether they owe their greatest achievements to good fortune, or their own prudence and conduct.

Andrew Sullivan on the New Atheists.

11-Nov-11

I utterly agree with him:

I have written about Christopher Hitchens and Richard Dawkins before, as well as their spiritual progenitor Bertrand Russell.

An ass for a lion.

08-Nov-11

Ah, the way Tom Paine writes.

To the evil of monarchy we have added that of hereditary succession; and as the first is a degradation and lessening of ourselves, so the second, claimed as a matter of right, is an insult and an imposition on posterity. For all men being originally equals, no one by birth could have a right to set up his own family in perpetual preference to all others for ever, and though himself might deserve some decent degree of honors of his contemporaries, yet his descendants might be far too unworthy to inherit them. One of the strongest natural proofs of the folly of hereditary right in kings, is, that nature disapproves it; otherwise, she would not so frequently turn it into ridicule by giving mankind an ASS FOR A LION.

Seems appropriate, given the news that England is revising its laws of hereditary tyranny, allowing first-born females to tyrannize equally with first-born males.  The arc of history is very, very long.