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Page 30 text:
Without knowing it, We are all participating
in tl plot to arrest the progress of mankind. Each
time We express an opinion in writing, or read
an article written in the first person, We are
being brainwashed. It is Our English language
that is doing this: for it capitalizes the word "i",
Centuries ago. some reactionary incorporated this
subtle propaganda into Our language and each
succeeding generation has continued this and been
influenced by it.
Thus. every opinion Wie express is prejudicing
Our judgement and corrupting Our morals, for
hy writing the word i as a proper noun, We
are placing undue emphasis on it. We are stressing
the iniquitous notions of selfishness, self-centred-
ness. egotism. and individualism by capitalizing
their source L'nfortunately, these vices are pre-
sent to some extent everywhere: but must Our
language emphasize them? i should hope not.
Thus, this is the source of our inequality. We
are obsessed by Ourselves. This is preventing us
from realizing Our true altruistic and collectivist
ideals. This subtle brainwashing has led to capi-
talism and prevented Our class consciousness and
communist revolution from spreading throughout
the world. The word I fi hesitate to use it like
this, but i must for purposes of illustrationj has
so coloured Our judgement and biased Our beliefs
that We cannot see the true light as set down in
the Gospel according to Karl Marx.
Comrades, we must remedy this situationg We
must put the emphasis back where it belongs.
Join in the tight against the evil I. Writers of the
world, unite! We have nothing to lose but Our
selves. Only We can overcome.
- B. Grandfield
. . . And stand together, yet
not too near together:
For the pillars of the
temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress
grow not in each other's shadow.
- Kahlil Gibran
Page 29 text:
With a blast of 'God Save The Queen' from
the band, the Guard of Honour gave the Royal
Salute. The grey-haired man on the podium smiled
and tipped his hatto thelinesofcadets as cameras
whirred and clicked catching every motion he
made. The parents craned for a good look at the
Governor General. They ran off in whatever
direction he was led and prayed like mad that
he would come over and speak to them. On the
other hand, however, few boys were impressed.
This is perhaps the greatest difference between
Canadian parents and children. The older people
are still very much impressed by appearance
and name alone. They have great respect for a
Governor or a Queen, even if they don't know if
either of them has done anything for the country
in twenty years. In the case of the Governor
General, it is obvious he is an outstanding diplo-
mat. However, there are people who would have
been much better suited to open the newbuildings.
The chairman of the board that organized the
expansion plan had far more right to open the
buildings than anyone else. He and his fellow
board members had worked hard for sbt years
and what should have been their moment of
triumph was given away as a cameo role to the
Governor General for the sole purpose of attrac-
ting more people and hence more money to the
School. I wish for once that our elders would
realize that T.C.S. is T.C.S. regardless of who
opens the buildings and that it's a worthwhile
place to invest money because it's a school not
an exclusive social club.
Parents are impressed by Governor Generals
and the Queen, and, it is interesting to note, by
the military. Most boys detest everything cadets
stand for because it is completely contrary to all
their ideals. Yet parents somehow respect a man
who wears a uniform and carries his shoulders
as straight as can be. lt is an interesting question
why they are so fond of military training. I
think it is a reflection of the war years all our
parents went through. It has left them with the
strange idea thatpartofdevelopinginto manhood
is to learn to take orders without question. They
see all boys who were not cadets or soldiers as
something incomplete, something effeminate.
Along the same lines, parents love Great Britain.
or anything British. I think the attitude of war
memories are reflected here.
Therefore, I feel that our elders are in a
terrible rut. They are, in fact, living their lives
with the memories and attitudes of a country at
war. If we, as a world, want to continue in peace.
we must rid ourselves of all the militant and
war worshipping attitudes that are so apparent
in our parents.
Page 31 text:
. . . And in my dream I came upon a Temple.
I don't remember what it looked like from the
outside - as if it mattered, anyway - butl
suppose that it didn't look like much. Iwas alone
that day, and I entered the Temple on a sudden,
spontaneous impulse: which I now know is the
only way in which one can ever enter into any
real communion with the universe.
Though the interior of the Temple was unlike
any which I had ever been led to expect, Idid
not find it strange. On the contrary, everything
seemed, for once, to be as it should, to follow the
natural order of things, and my body lost its
customary tenseness, and my senses came miracu-
lously alive, forcing the calculating brain to
abdicate its usual supremacy to that part of me
which cannot reason but can only feel.
I don't know which struck me first - the
flickering, hallucinatory flame from a solitary
candle, the pungent aroma of an incense stick,
or the wild but low strains of some hidden organ.
I guess that at the time, none of these stood out
individually, but rather melted together into one
beautiful whole, which Iabsorbed unthinkingly.
It was only much later that my analyticalpowers
took over once more, and I was able to rip apart
the beautiful whole and spread its components
under the glare of that merciless magnifying glass
we call the human brain.
At any rate, my feet somehow led me to a
dark corner of the Temple. I sat down on the
floor and time disappeared. My mind, I know,
was workingg but thoughts came to me not in
Note: lf you can't figure out what this article
is doing in Comment 8: Criticism, read it again.
- The Editor
logical patterns, but in sudden, brilliant flashes.
Visions of things I only half understood floated
across my being. The body moved on its own
account, in intimate harmony with the soul, and
the voice, caught by the all-engulfing strains of
the organ, sang a song of harmony and oneness
with all that surrounded it. Idon't know if I felt
happy - I don't think so - but happiness is
irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was the
utter peace that had descended upon me. Like an
infinitely soft and intricate web.
Somehow I became aware of the other wor-
shippers in the temple. They did not detract from
my feelings of harmony and peace, as people
generally do, but rather they added to and
enriched it, by communicating with me their
fellowship and joy in the partial sharing of their
spiritual ecstaciesg partial sharing, I say, for in
each man there must be a hidden comer which
cannot be shared, which is uniquely and solely
his. Everyone in the Temple instinctively realized
this, and they did not try to uncover that which
they were not meant to seeg indeed, their beauty
lay in their instinctive understanding and compli-
ance with the nature of things and the underlying
pattern of creation.
Once again, I felt the peace of perfect harmony
and understanding. . .
And when I woke and felt my eyes being met
by a pair of cold, unseeing marbles, felt them
sweep over the glittering array of jewels and furs
and genteel emptiness, I cried for that which was,
and that which was not.
- M. J. Kelner
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