Facebook, WhatsApp, whatever, it's all just a distraction from what law students should be doing, which is studying, hard. Yesterday, the gibbous moon, Luna, Selene, Diana's bow waxing from crescent to in her full power, with her faerie train (so long as the modern and ancient hermetic traditions to be followed, which, I believe down to my very bones to be true, because they are. Even at the first line of the Emerald Tablet, comes the words, "This is the truth, really, and nothing but the unvarnished truth.") had arrived at an impasse. Yet the whole group was shut down, and a new group started, for better or worse: polite, considerate, mindful, in good faith.
Never mind that s-. Let's talk about Hades, the Infernal Regions. (Meanwhile, the guy with the law degree, been workin' there since 2016, longer than the store's boss even, doesn't even get a look in). So anyway, the simpleton from the village rocks up. But this time it's different. He's started smoking. More than that, what appeared to be some kind of chicken pox or measles on his [left] arm, turn out, upon closer inspection to be evidence of self-harming. (He is right handed. In addition, another member of staff has visible signs of self harming done in almost exactly the same manner, only many years ago. This may or may not be related to the case: association is not (necessarily) evidence of causation [beyond reasonable doubt]). Moreover, instead of making the sound of a chicken or moor hen, the guy is all down and s-. This tells me something. Something is going on. Me, as an outsider, doesn't hear much. All I hear are whispers, spirits on the wind. Yet, as James Oliver Rigney once wrote (WoT): the servant hears everything, sees everything. One is ever watchful, ever vigilant, ears and eyes open. From what I can discern, there is some kind of domestic issue involving the simpleton from the village's sister. It involves a baby. Anyway. It's none of my business, but instead of being cold and offish, I decided (as is only right and proper) to take a concern about the boy's well being. I empathise, as best I can, sincerely, amicably. He doesn't want to know, and, moreover, appears to confide in anyone and everyone besides me. That's okay. This is the guy that once having the mere prospect of base coitus with the Lilliputian, concocted a fabricated story, contrived by her, imparted to him, that I am a racist. My daughter is Jewish for heaven's sake. My best friend is from Tunisia (Carthage, Roman North Africa). That put pay to all that, in the past (because Captain Bligh took my word over his, because I am honest, upright. I don't f- about, but only tell it how it is, straight up. Anyhow. The simpleton from the village has gone off the rails. Even after his two weeks off, he still can't keep it together. Therefore, what had one ought to do? Be as supportive, and as kind, and as sincere and friendly as we possibly can. This man is my enemy, and my boss (of only 18 years of age), therefore I ought to be just as the Good Samaritan. I should be as nice and as pleasant and as good a person I can be to him. This is the way of loving kindness, compassion, and treating one's neighbour as good as one's self.
I did find it curious though, that although the Lilliputian and the simpleton from the village have done (and still do, along with the oompa loompa) unspeakable things in futile attempts to tarnish one's good reputation, there is one thing that remains: work. If you work hard. If you do good work, then that is noticed. It is said in the Good Book, to let one's work speak for oneself. I was raised on the principle that one does a job to the very best of one's ability. That's how I was brought up. We all were, in our family, no exceptions.
Never mind Hades, the Infernal Regions (and there's a lot more going on there than bears thinking about, by the way), let's get back to cases. The translations can go hang (for the moment). I've been thinking a lot about my law degree. The first assignment is due in only three weeks. Yet you're looking at a guy with an M.A. in classical Latin for pity's sake. This is a goddamn walk in the park compared to learning ancient Greek. A piece of piss. Easy meat. Sincerely. The very few parts of Dicey which are written in French or Latin (and there are quite a few, scattered here and wide) I read at sight, because I have studied. I've already put the work in. It's like just tying up a few loose ends. The dregs and dribs and drabs of what I have already known already (because I take a keen interest in current affairs, politics, the financial markets, these things interest me). However, there are a number of important, fundamental points which I most certainly was unaware of, which is where this new set text comes in. It's such a great book (the set text for W211), but already out of date since it was published (2022). Even today, in just a few hours, the Supreme Court will pass judgment on a ruling regarding the Scottish referendum. These will be two most historic days in the illustrious past of the (formerly) great nation. What will the outcome be? (I already know, being a keen student of the law). Will I tell you? Absolutely not.
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