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Alex Pareene And The Phone Booth Principle. The white-advocacy group American Renaissance, to whose annual conference I shall be speaking in July, had the idea to invite journalists from the other side as guests to the conference — writers for CultMarx outfits like Slate.com.

One of the names they wanted to invite (Alex Pareene [Tweet him] right, now political editor at Fusion.com) had made some particularly coarse and stupid remarks about a talk I gave at CPAC in 2012, to which remarks I had responded appropriately. With the fine courtesy that is characteristic of AmRen, the organizers sent me an email to ask whether, as a listed speaker, I would have any objection to that person’s presence.

I didn’t mind his presence; I told them so; they invited the guy; he declined the invitation. (Very politely, I was told. Perhaps good manners really are infectious, just as our mothers told us.)

I didn’t just not mind; I heartily approve of this kind of initiative. There’s a lot to be said for getting together with people whose opinions you strongly dislike, and experiencing them as people.

My guiding rule here is what I call the Phone Booth Principle, from a lesson I learned way back in my student days in London.

I was living in a rented room — a bedsitter — with no access to the house’s one telephone. My girlfriend lived in my home town seventy miles away. Once a week I would call her from a public telephone booth — one of the old-style facilities: a regular little kiosk with glass-paneled sides and door, painted red.

So one winter’s evening I hiked a couple of blocks to the nearest phone booth to make the call. There was a middle-aged woman in the booth, talking on the phone. And talking, and talking …

I stood there impatiently in the cold. She could see me, of course, but was too intent on her conversation to make any acknowledgement of the fact. She talked and talked; I stood and stood, impatience rising.

It was getting dark. There was a chilly wind. A fine, light English drizzle started up. She talked on into the phone. I began to seethe. I moved myself right up against the booth to make myself obvious. She flicked a glance my way but made no sign, only went on talking.

My seething got vicious. I began to work up fantasies of what I would say to her when she finally yielded up the phone booth. I would yell at her for her selfishness in uncouth and obscene terms. Perhaps I’d demand that she pay for my call! — this evil, antisocial person, hogging a public facility without regard to the needs of others!

Reader, I began to hate that woman with hot, boiling hatred. She was not, in my imagination, a person, but a representative — of selfishness, of adult indifference to the needs of youth, of all that was wrong with modern society!

At last, when my imagination was turning towards homicide, the woman finished her call. She hung up the phone, opened the door, and stepped out of the booth. Addressing me with full eye contact, she said: “I’m terribly sorry to have kept you waiting so long on such a miserable night. It was really important. I’m so sorry.”

The wave function collapsed. The woman was no longer an abstraction, a representative of loathsome types or trends. She was a person.

To the person I replied: “That’s perfectly all right. I understand, of course.”

[Afterthought: Perhaps I’m just being hopelessly geezerish here. That story is from fifty years ago, when civilized Western nations still kept barbarism at bay. I doubt The Phone Booth Principle would have much purchase on critters like this.]

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If we tried to use our nukes, would they work? In my June 2nd Radio Derb I wondered whether our nukes would still work, should we need to use them.

Nuclear war uses nuclear weapons. The U.S.A. stopped making nukes after the Cold War ended a quarter-century ago. The last time we tested a nuke — to make sure that, you know, it, like, worked — was in fact just 25 years ago this coming September.

That brought in a very interesting email from a knowledgeable listener. Slightly edited:

There is a surprisingly candid statement about the ability of the National Nuclear Security Administration to certify the reliability and safety of the existing stockpile of nuclear weapons (about 1,550) in the Nuclear Matters Handbook. [PDF]

Nuclear weapons such as the W87, W88, B-61 (various versions) and B-83 were designed to be absolutely state of the art in terms of yield-weight ratio, using the technology of the 1970s and 1980s. The expected service life of those nuclear weapons was about 20 years, after which they’d be retired and replaced with more modern ones.

Well, that isn’t happening and no one really understands how keeping these weapons past their expected service lives is affecting their reliability — the high explosive surrounding the plutonium pits keep absorbing radiation.

It can be removed and replaced but the high explosive is literally glued to the pit and sometimes cracks when it’s taken off.

There’s also the question of exposing personnel to additional radiation as a result of americium-241 ingrowth in the plutonium core.

And, of course, none of this can be tested. The Nuclear Matters Handbook also mentions some known safety upgrades that cannot be installed, because no one knows how they might affect reliability.

As a minor aside, it has been well over twenty-five years, since the U.S. tested a weapon with a yield in excess of 150 kilotons, so the secondary designs of existing weapons may well be from the 1960s …

Here’s me with a 1964 Chevy Nova.

Here’s a TV set from the same era. Here’s a state-of-the-art 1964 computer — a behemoth with 64K of memory!

… Add to this the fact that there is presently no U.S. capability to remanufacture plutonium pits since the closure of the Rocky Flats plant around 1990. And the tritium component of the gas-boost mechanism of nuclear weapons will eventually have to be replenished with new tritium (tritium has a relatively short radioactive half-life of about 12 years), and the U.S. has no present capability to produce new tritium, since the closure of the Savannah River Plant …

The DoE website implies — though not very clearly — that tritium was still being produced at the Savannah River facility in 2011.

… I assume that other nations with nuclear weapons have a similar problem (except North Korea, which tests), but I don’t know how public they are about it. It’s remotely possible that someone developed an exceptionally long-lived weapon before the cessation of testing, but I’m inclined to doubt anyone thought that far ahead …

Government program … think far ahead … right.

… Another interesting question is whether nations that are increasingly racially/ethnically diverse and unstable should have access to nuclear weapons.

That’s a very interesting question.

So far as the question I opened with is concerned — “If we tried to use our nukes, would they work?” — I’m guessing the answer is “probably not.”

Isn’t that kind of … important? More important than, for example, what James Comey says someone said to him about something Donald Trump said?

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Nothing new under the Sun. My eye happened to fall on an editorial from last December in the Toronto Globe and Mail, an early occurrence — perhaps the first? — of a theme that has since become common on both sides of the 49th parallel:

America’s next president is a grown man who reacts to perceived slights with the sophistication of a seven-year-old boy who loses a game of Go Fish! with his mother and runs around the room knocking stuff off tables.

What did that bring to mind? [Google google google …] Oh right.

Teedie never lost his love of play, and could be seen at any time cavorting with his children and nephews around the grounds of Sagamore Hill or the White House. One time some dignitaries came upon him engaged in some sort of child play with a bunch of kids. Teedie’s sister explained, “You must remember, the president is only six years old.”

“Teedie” was of course Theodore Roosevelt.

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Who named the Cold Civil War? After I posted a link to the Spring issue of The Claremont Review of Books, a couple of readers noticed that the front page of that issue showcased some essays on the Cold Civil War. They wondered whether CRB had cribbed the phrase from me, or thought it up independently.

I don’t know the answer, but I’d think it’s most likely the latter. “Cold Civil War” is an obvious descriptor to use in all kinds of contexts, not just the one I apply it to. I’d be gratified to think I originated it, but this is very improbable.

Checking with Ngram, I see that in fact the phrase “Cold Civil War,” unknown before 1944, had a huge surge during the late 1940s and the 1950s, I suppose as a descriptor for those components of the Cold War that were relevant in U.S. politics.

Ngram shows the phrase dropping off in usage from 1960 to 1980, bottoming out in the Reagan administration, enjoying a slight uptick through the 1990s, then bottoming out again through 2008, which is as far as Ngram goes.

Someone more diligent than I might, with some serious googling, figure out what “Cold Civil War” meant in those various ups and downs.

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Staring into the Abbess. In the writing business you get chidden a lot by readers over errors you’ve committed in spelling, grammar, or usage.

When you podcast, the level of grumbling rises. Radio Derb listeners frequently email in to tell me I have mis-pronounced something or other.

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I don’t mind acknowledging my errors in this zone. If you write a lot, you’re bound to commit stylistic bloopers now and then. And a bookish person like me thinks of words more as marks on pages than as sequences of phonemes. I know a lot more words than I’ve heard.

(Although I at least have the alphabet to give me a clue. Bookish Chinese people are on their own.)

Well: In the April 21st Radio Derb I passed some remarks about a letter to the president of Pomona College signed by 27 black students. The president had vexed the black students by chiding — very, very gently, of course — the student activists who had tried to prevent Heather Mac Donald speaking. The black students reacted by sending this letter, which was of course incoherent gibberish.

Here’s one of the things I said about that.

Reading that letter, I felt I was staring into the abyss. And yes, Nietzsche fans, the abyss was staring back. That dreck like this letter could come out of an institution of higher education tells us something terrible about the current course of history. This is the death of reason.

That stirred one of my listeners to a sarcastic protest. From the email bag:

Staring into the Abbess? Such mental evocations … what were the means of visual ingress? Is it less concerning that she stared into you, too?

Har de har har. I checked: yes, my listener is right, the em-pha-sis should be on the second syl-la-ble. Now I think about this, I knew it. I just hadn’t internalized it sufficiently for it to happen in the ordinary flow of speech.

And while I may be unsteady on the pronunciation of “abyss,” I can at least, as of this month, boast that I know the Russian word for “abyss”: пропасть, pronounced “pro-past’.”

(With, of course, a Russian accent. That “o” is is long, somewhat towards an American “aw.” The unstressed “a” is a schwa, a nondescript uh sound, like the first syllable of American “about.” The closing apostrophe palatalizes the “t,” as if you were going to say “tyuh” but left out the “uh.” Practice!)

So how did I come to learn the Russian word for “abyss”? That’s another email-bag item. Before I get to it, though, I note in passing that “abyss” may be one of the tiny number of English words derived ultimately from ancient Sumerian. The only other candidate for this distinction, so far as I know, is “hallelujah.” You want bookish? I got bookish.

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Doom’n’gloom from old Russia. In last month’s diary I recorded having read Yuri Trifonov’s The House on the Embankment, which is about academic life in the mid-20th-century USSR.

At one point in the novel a professor’s daughter throws a party at which a poet turns up. There’s quite a vivid, not very flattering, word-sketch of the poet. It made me think the sketch was based on a real person, some well-known poet of the 1950s. Who? I wondered aloud. (I mean, of course, a-screen.)

A reader offered the following.

My father, whose knowledge on such matters is exhaustive, thinks the poet from Sonya’s party was likely a composite sketch, but his convention-flouting quip “where’s the bathroom” was a clear homage to Gavrila Derzhavin.

Such acquaintance as I once had with Russian poets is far in the past. Derzhavin? Wasn’t he one of the old-timers, back there with Pushkin?

I pulled down my Penguin Book of Russian Verse, 1965 edition, and blew the dust off it. Derzhavin was actually pre-Pushkin, by a lot: His dates are 1743-1816. Pushkin was born in 1799.

Then I got to reading Derzhavin’s stuff. Not bad, so far as I can tell through my fog of extremely rudimentary Russian. I particularly liked this:

Река времëн в своëм стремленьи

Уносит все дела людей

И топит в пропасти забвенья

Народы, царства и царей.

А если что и остаëтся

Чрез звуки лиры и трубы,

То вечности жерлом пожрëтся

И общей не уйдëт судьбы.

Dimitri Obolensky’s translation, from the Penguin book:

The river of time in its current bears away all the affairs of men, and drowns nations, kingdoms, and kings in the abyss of oblivion. And if, through the sounds of the lyre and the trumpet, anything shall remain, it shall be devoured in the jaws of eternity and shall not escape the common fate.

You really can’t beat the Russians for doom’n’gloom, can you?

Anyway, that’s how I got to know the Russian word for “abyss,” which is stressed on the first syllable, dammit: “pro-past’.”

What did Derzhavin have to do with bathrooms? The Penguin selections give no clue. Research continues.

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Bitcoin bites. Bitcoin is booming. Good for me. I am the owner (holder? proprietor? whatever) of five bitcoins, gifted to me by a generous supporter four or five years ago.

His advice to me at the time was: “Don’t even touch your bitcoins. Let ’em sit there for, like, years. Maybe a decade or two. Your children will never have to work!”

My friend is a bitcoin enthusiast.

Well, I have a bitcoin story. Around six months ago I decided to check how my bitcoins were doing. I tried to log in to Coinbase: userid, password.

Instead of getting me into Coinbase, this just brought up a wee screen saying: “2-Step Verification … Please install the Authy Chrome app to get your 2-factor code and login.” Underneath there was a box where I should enter my 2-step verification code.

Hoo-kay. I downloaded Authy and told it the phone number I’d like my verification code texted to. In due course Authy told me it had registered my phone number. The next step, it said, was to register Authy itself with my Coinbase account.

How do I do that? “Login to the Coinbase dashboard …”

So to get a verification code in order to log in to Coinbase, I first have to log in to Coinbase.

Wha?

I followed some links on the Authy and Coinbase websites. None of them was helpful. After a while I began to feel dizzy — trapped in some kind of evil logic circle leading nowhere.

At one point I actually found myself looking at a sign-in screen, complete with email and password boxes to fill, but all overprinted with a message saying: “Please sign in first to perform this action” — the action I wanted to perform being, to sign in!

It was clear that in order to log in to Coinbase, I first had to log in to Coinbase.

I sent an email to the Coinbase support address. After several days I got a reply directing me to follow the directions on the Coinbase support page … which is what I had been trying to do.

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My patience for crappy, poorly-supported systems is very limited. I assumed that if I was having these issues, a lot of other people were too, and their clamor would eventually stir the Coinbase people to do something. With my friend’s original injunction in mind, I left Coinbase alone for a few months.

This month, with bitcoin surging in value, I thought I’d try again. Sure enough, this time I got faster and better responses from the support desk. After only four or five exchanges with them I was able to log in and gloat at the much-appreciated value of my bitcoins.

Possibly my friend was right, I don’t know. Based on my encounters with Coinbase and their systems, though, I shall continue advising my children to acquire marketable skills.

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Europe’s quiet corner. What do you know about Bulgaria? Until recently I knew just two things: (1) the Bulgars got a really bad press from Voltaire in Candide, and (2) there was some kind of terrorist atrocity in a cathedral in the 1920s, someone important — king? prime minister? — getting blown up.

(Checking, I find I somewhat misremembered that second one. The Bulgarian king was late for the cathedral service, which saved his life. However, “The bombing of the St. Nedelya Cathedral in Sofia in 1925 murdered 213 people, and wounded about 500 others, primarily representatives of the political, military, and intellectual elite.” The bombers were communists.)

I’m a bit more knowledgeable about Bulgaria now, since receiving an email from a friendly Bulgarian. His main point was to pour cold water on my praise of Kemal Atatürk in the April 21st podcast. Sample:

I think you are giving too much credit to the Turks with respect to them having arrived at their reformist ideas endogenously, in a flash of inspiration. Besides the formative effect of the Ottomans’ Balkan Christian subjects on the worldview of the secular Turkish intelligentsia of the time, the Turks had before them the example of the newly independent Balkan states that were rapidly modernizing, adopting secular and civic-minded West European values, and quickly outpacing them.

Indeed the Turks suffered such a heavy defeat at the hands of the Balkan League (Bulgaria, Serbia, Greece and Montenegro) in the First Balkan War of 1912-13 that it must have brought this point home to them in a most resounding way …

As well as giving me a useful history lesson, though, my correspondent brought me up to date on Bulgaria. I’m obliged to him for the insights, and a bit ashamed at not knowing more about his country.

Like other former Soviet satellites, the Bulgarians are strongly ethnonationalist. As other East European countries have closed their borders to the floods of illegal aliens from the Middle East, Bulgaria has gotten stuck with several thousand of these illegals, and the Bulgars are not happy about it. They have fenced off their own border with Turkey, and severely restricted the movement of illegals inside Bulgaria.

Bulgarians know the Turks perhaps better than any other Europeans do. They spent 500 years under the Ottoman Empire; and still today, along with Greece, share a border with Turkey.

So here’s a suggestion for the State Department while we have issues with Turkey, as we surely do: Hire in a few Bulgars as consultants. Don’t be scared; they’ve improved a lot since Voltaire’s time.

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Book of the month: fiction. If you’re one of those people who like your fiction fantastical, metaphysical, and “experimental,” try Alan Moore’s Jerusalem, which I’ve been reading this month.

I am actually not one of those people. Since recovering from my adolescent sci-fi binge, I’ve been a meat’n’potatoes guy fictionwise. Tell me a story about people living in the world.

Jerusalem is not like that, not at all like that. Quite a lot of it takes place in the Afterlife, complete with angels and demons. The real-world parts are offered in random chronological sequence. There are long, intense evocations of childhood memories. One chapter is in verse; another is set out as the script for a play.

You get the picture: Harry Potter rewritten by Marcel Proust and James Joyce.

The metaphysics is Eternalist — roughly speaking, the view that time is just another kind of space. Einstein usually gets pulled in for support here, although the underlying idea goes back at least as far as Lagrange‘s formulation of Newton’s physics.

Novelists have been playing with this stuff ever since popularizations of Einstein’s work became part of the furniture of the modern intellectual’s mind. I don’t find their efforts very convincing, and my advice to a novelist tempted to this kind of thing would be first to sign up for some courses in classical mechanics — up to the Hamiltonian at least — then master tensor calculus and some basic subatomic physics, then tackle Relativity Theory in earnest, then reconsider.

That said, I approach novels of this kind with an open, charitable mind, at least until I’ve figured out whether the author’s metaphysical preoccupations and stylistic fancies get too much in the way of his telling a story I want to read. Sometimes they don’t; then he’ll keep my attention.

In Moore’s case they do, so Jerusalem is really not my kind of book. A chapter laid out as a play script? ‘Scuse me for not being impressed by a literary stunt that was thrillingly avant-garde in 1920.

So … why am I still reading it? Because it’s about Northampton, England — Alan Moore’s home town, and mine. Reaching up to that fourth dimension (Moore’s put me in an Eternalist frame of mind, sorry), it’s even about the Northampton I grew up in during the 1950s.

Moore is eight years younger than me, but there’s a big overlap in the Northampton we remember: the boathouse in Beckett’s Park, the Pitt-Draffen Dance Academy, the joke shop in the old Emporium Arcade, those sleazy pubs — the Criterion, the Mitre — up by the fish market, the stink from the tanneries, … He even mentions Orme’s men’s outfitters in Marefair, where I worked Saturdays as a sales clerk circa 1962, and quite possibly sold the nine-year-old Moore a pair of socks.

(It’s striking how many great men’s résumés include a spell working in haberdashery: H.G. Wells, Harry Truman, Bob Weissberg, me, …)

The whole book is steeped in 1950s Northampton. There are all those Northampton surnames I remember: Perrit, Gotch, Botterill, Starmer. There are the soft drinks and candies: Tizer, Corona, kali fish. I wonder how many readers will know what an Ovalteeny was?

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A lot of the characters speak in Northampton dialect, where the common verb of motion is pronounced “goo,” an alley is a “jitty,” the interrogative perfect tense second person is not “have you …?” but “are yer …?” and “me duck” is a friendly vocative. (Though I think Moore should have told his readers that “Mayorhold” is pronounced “Merrold” by the locals.)

No, I don’t want metaphysics in my fiction; Jerusalem is way too long and loaded up with literary faults; much of it is silly, pretentious, or overwritten; the fantasy bits trail off into whimsy; the author’s politics, which I’d been told are boldly anarchistic, are just conventional BBC/New York Times progressivism.

I shall likely be finishing the darn thing anyway. Proust went in search of lost time. I think I’ve found it.

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Book of the month: nonfiction. After reading Adam Gopnik’s review of it in the March 20th New Yorker, I bought Joel Mokyr’s A Culture of Growth.

Mokyr chews over the much-chewed-over question of why human society “took off” where and when it did — in the West, from the 16th to the 18th centuries — to give us modern technological civilization.

A sub-question within that larger one is the Needham Question. Joseph Needham himself phrased it as a two-parter:

Why did [Chinese] science always remain empirical, and restricted to theories of primitive or mediaeval type? What were the inhibiting factors in their civilisation which prevented the rise of modern science in Asia?

I can’t say that Mokyr added much to my understanding. He did play into my personal prejudices, though: against abstract philosophizing, for the “useful knowledge” of practical people. The book’s hero is Sir Francis Bacon, who I wish I knew more about. Sample from Mokyr:

Bacon himself pursued the hunting metaphor tenaciously in his Advancement of Learning [1605], recounting the myth of Ceres (the goddess of farming) and Pan, who discovered her after all gods had failed, during a hunt. This tale, Bacon explains, “contains a very true and wise admonition; which is not to look for the invention of things useful for life and civilisation from abstract philosophies … but only from Pan, that is from sagacious experience … which oftentimes, by a kind of chance, and while engaged as it were in hunting, stumbles upon such discoveries. For the most useful inventions are due to experience, and have come to men like windfalls.”

That gets me off the hook. I shall never again feel guilty about not having read Hegel’s Phenomenology.

Culture of Growth is a tough read itself, though. Mokyr has some interesting things to tell you, but he tells you them in a dull, heavy, dry-as-dust academic prose. “Rather plainly written,” was Adam Gopnik’s caution. He was being nice.

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Trivial achievement of the month. I have always liked Dr. Johnson’s characterization of the idle rich striving “to rid themselves of the day” in pointless light pleasures. Here it is in its full context:

When we observe the lives of those whom an ample inheritance has let loose to their own direction, what do we discover that can excite our envy? Their time seems not to pass with much applause from others, or satisfaction to themselves: many squander their exuberance of fortune in luxury and debauchery, and have no other use of money than to inflame their passions, and riot in a wide range of licentiousness; others, less criminal indeed, but surely not much to be praised, lie down to sleep, and rise up to trifle, are employed every morning in finding expedients to rid themselves of the day, chase pleasure through all the places of publick resort, fly from London to Bath, and from Bath to London, without any other reason for changing place, but that they go in quest of company as idle and as vagrant as themselves, always endeavouring to raise some new desire, that they may have something to pursue, to rekindle some hope which they know will be disappointed, changing one amusement for another which a few months will make equally insipid, or sinking into languor and disease for want of something to actuate their bodies or exhilarate their minds.

I am not rich — not until those bitcoins fulfil their promise — and, with editors to appease and an old house to prevent from falling down, I am not idle either. I do, though, occasionally find myself with the need to rid myself of the day in some engaging but pointless task.

My choice in these situations is jigsaw puzzles. This month I completed — well, almost — an exceptionally challenging one, the Educa 9,000-piece version of Hieronymous Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights.

Here I am with the (almost) finished product.

Pointless? Possibly; but it beats sinking into languor and disease for want of something to actuate my body or exhilarate my mind.

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Math Corner.

1. Erratum. An old friend, slightly edited:

From your 5/24/17 Radio Derb Transcript, I quote this excerpt: “Europe has a population three and a half times greater than Russia’s …”

I’d like to compare and contrast the phrases “greater than” (GT) and “as great as” (AGA).

Hearkening back to a 7th grade math teacher (one Mr. Phillips), I recall that AGA is a multiplication and that GT is, in contrast, an addition.

Let R be the population of Russia. Is then Europe’s 3.5R (AGA) or 4.5R (GT)? You suggested the latter.

This statistics website gives the population of the EU in 2016 as 510 million and change. The CIA World Factbook gives the population of Russia in that year as 142 million and some. Dividing the first number by the second gives you 3.58. So “as great as” is right while my “greater than” is wrong.

Apologies for that and thanks to my friend for pointing it out. This particular error is the more annoying because it’s one of those all too commonly made by innumerate or scientifically ignorant journalists, like not knowing the meaning of the word “galaxy.”

And as my friend further pointed out, there is also the complication of how to classify Russia. Is its population regarded as a proper subset of Europe’s?

Whole books have been written about that. Here’s one I recommend … if you can find a copy; it’s long out of print.

2. Transylvanian genius. As VDARE.com’s resident expert on matters Transylvanian, I frowned at the first sentence in Osmo Pekonen’s review of Tibor Weszely’s János Bolyai: Die ersten 200 Jahre in the current (Summer 2017) issue of Mathematical Intelligencer. That first sentence reads:

The story of János Bolyai (1802-1860), the lone genius of Transylvania and one of the founding fathers of non-Euclidean geometry, has often been told.

“The lone genius”? I hope the reviewer means “the lone mathematical genius”; if not, he’s perpetrating a slur on the people of Transylvania.

Wikipedia has an impressive list of accomplished Transylvanians. I don’t know that many of them count as geniuses — I’m pretty sure that movie Tarzan Johnny Weissmuller, for example, doesn’t — but there must surely be more than one genius in there.

3. The CultMarxification of math (N-th in a series, N >> 1) The March issue of Notices of the American Mathematical Society put Sir Andrew Wiles on its cover. Sir Andrew is the outstanding British mathematician who proved Fermat’s Last Theorem in 1995.

March is Women’s History Month, though, a fact noted by a small tag on that cover.

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So the first (of two) Letters to the Editor in the June/July issue of the Notices, occupying an entire page, is an indignant protest by Autumn Kent of the University of Wisconsin: “There should not be a man on the cover of the Women’s History Month issue of the Notices …”

After 350 more words of victimological sputtering, Ms Kent concludes with:

Marginalized people are frequently and systematically erased the way that women were this March in the Notices, the way that black people were erased In the February issue. Next year’s March issue would benefit from a discussion of sexism in academia. It would be a good follow-up to a February issue addressing racism.

June is of course Pride Month, in the 21st-century meaning of the word “pride,” i.e. pride in being sexually eccentric. (What happened to the idea that pride is a sin? The same thing, I suppose, as happened to the idea that buggery is a sin.)

June seems to be Autism Acceptance Month, too. Surely one or other of those — hey, why not both? — justifies a dedicated issue of the Notices.

And then, May is Asian-Pacific Heritage Month, and also Fat Acceptance Month. National Hispanic Heritage Month rather confusingly runs from September 15th to October 15th, but I guess that’s a month. Muslim Heritage Month? October. Is there a Transgender Awareness Month? Of course there is!

The path to the logical end-point here is as straight and direct as it could be — a geodesic, for all you differential-geometry buffs. Every issue of the Notices should be dedicated to some grievance group or other.

Instead of being bored with fusty, socially un-woke articles about (samples from the June/July issue) “Dynamic Algebraic Combinatorics” or “The Open Mathematics of Crystallization,” subscribers should have their consciousnesses raised by autistic transgender Filipinx Muslims writing about their weight problems.

That should improve the quality of American math!

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2010-12-24dl[1] John Derbyshire [email him] writes an incredible amount on all sorts of subjects for all kinds of outlets. (This no longer includes National Review, whose editors had some kind of tantrum and fired him. ) He is the author of We Are Doomed: Reclaiming Conservative Pessimism and several other books. He has had two books published by VDARE.com com:FROM THE DISSIDENT RIGHT (also available in Kindle) and FROM THE DISSIDENT RIGHT II: ESSAYS 2013.

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  1. “Moore is eight years younger than me….”

    Shouldn’t that be “younger than I”? (Me am / I am?)

    Winking at you: more of the abbess staring back.

    Just for fun, Mr. Derbyshire, according to Google translator the Russian for “abbess” is аббатиса.

    As we would say in the 1950′s Jersey City of my youth: “I loin sumpin’ new every day.”

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    Than governs more than the nominative case.
    , @dearieme
    "Shouldn’t that be “younger than I”?" Oh, please God, no.

    At school one teacher tried on us the argument that the 'am' in 'I am' was "understood". We were too old for that sort of rubbish, and for the rest of the lesson bombarded him with bogus "understood" examples.

    Lesson for schoolteachers: if you plan to advance a feeble argument, don't do it at the start of a double period. Nearly eighty minutes of adolescent artillery is hard to bear.

    , @Art
    From the article: So far as the question I opened with is concerned — “If we tried to use our nukes, would they work?” — I’m guessing the answer is “probably not.”

    After 50 years, every rubber and plastic part in all those nuke missiles is suspect.

    For god’s sake – make peace – not war – this is crazy – period.

    If the world will ever know peace it will be because “the people will demand it” – start the peace in our time movement.

    Peace --- Art

    p.s. Evert time the 15,0000,000 strong hasbara Jew-matric pushes for war - call them on it by name.

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  2. Diversity!!

    Venezuela is the of Europe. So vibrant.

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  3. D. K. says:

    ***

    . . .

    Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win

    While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in.

    ***

    https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=u3Aff3kJt-0

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  4. FD says:

    Dear Derb,

    A literal translation of ‘abyss’ would be бездна. Пропасть can be interpreted as such in the context of poetry, but usually indicates a deep chasm (which may or may not have a bottom). Change the stress to the second syllable, and it becomes the verb “to perish.”

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    Dear FD !
    Dear John ! Do not take too much seriously the the exact meaning of words in Russian poetry. Quite often the word is chosen for a good rhyme, for the preservation of "METRE".
    Lermontov says

    Есть речи — значенье
    Темно иль ничтожно,
    Но им без волненья
    Внимать невозможно:



    There are such speeches
    With unclear meaning or just nonexistent,
    But you can not hear them,
    Without feeling deep about them.
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  5. 5371 says:

    The names Lilith and Mordec(h)ai also come from Sumerian.

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  6. Kyle McKenna [AKA "Mika-Non"] says:

    Addressing me with full eye contact, she said: “I’m terribly sorry to have kept you waiting so long on such a miserable night. It was really important. I’m so sorry.”

    Yes, a different society; a different world.

    About the nukes? It’s time to test them. Now, at Pyongyang.

    About the word “concerning”? It’s a preposition, not an adjective. Hence, it requires an object.

    Finally, your writing is entertaining but a tad prolix. I recommend half as much but perhaps twice as often.

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    Your use of the word "tad" is slang-driven, juvenile, pretentious and, in 2017, painfully outdated. I recommend it's immediate and permanent cessation to everyone I encounter who uses it. You're welcome.
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  7. Renoman says:

    I never got the Pride thing. Sticking your dick in shit never struck me as something to be proud of?

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    You seem to relish visualizing it.
    , @MEH 0910

    I never got the Pride thing.
     
    That's actually the point. They have to assert pride because it's shameful.
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  8. David says:
    @Renoman
    I never got the Pride thing. Sticking your dick in shit never struck me as something to be proud of?

    You seem to relish visualizing it.

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  9. David says:

    The abyss etymology offered in the link is a valiant wielding of Occam’s butter knife. The prosaic but obvious etymology is “depthless” or “bottomless” from ancient Greek. It’s like abares, weightless.

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    Abyss from bathys is ridiculous, abyss from abzu clear and convincing. You aren't up to this.
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  10. David says:
    @Auntie Analogue

    "Moore is eight years younger than me...."
     
    Shouldn't that be "younger than I"? (Me am / I am?)

    Winking at you: more of the abbess staring back.

    Just for fun, Mr. Derbyshire, according to Google translator the Russian for "abbess" is аббатиса.

    As we would say in the 1950's Jersey City of my youth: "I loin sumpin' new every day."

    Than governs more than the nominative case.

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    "Than governs more than the nominative case."
     
    In this case, my dear David, it appears you missed that "Winking at you: more of the abbess staring back" formed ample clue that the opening of my comment was not an instance of pedantry, but a gentle pull of Mr. Derbyshire's leg. I'd like to think that he got it straightaway.
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  11. dearieme says:
    @Auntie Analogue

    "Moore is eight years younger than me...."
     
    Shouldn't that be "younger than I"? (Me am / I am?)

    Winking at you: more of the abbess staring back.

    Just for fun, Mr. Derbyshire, according to Google translator the Russian for "abbess" is аббатиса.

    As we would say in the 1950's Jersey City of my youth: "I loin sumpin' new every day."

    “Shouldn’t that be “younger than I”?” Oh, please God, no.

    At school one teacher tried on us the argument that the ‘am’ in ‘I am’ was “understood”. We were too old for that sort of rubbish, and for the rest of the lesson bombarded him with bogus “understood” examples.

    Lesson for schoolteachers: if you plan to advance a feeble argument, don’t do it at the start of a double period. Nearly eighty minutes of adolescent artillery is hard to bear.

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  12. Bitcoin is probably a bubble. It could go higher but it could go to zero in the long run too. Even if cryptocurrencies or blockchain technology in general is here to stay, Bitcoin might not last. Yeah, they got there first, so did Friendster. Ethereum and other coins are already eating significantly into Bitcoin market share.

    It’s had a really good run. If you don’t want to sell all of it yet, then maybe sell half of it.

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  13. Rob McX says:

    I can’t believe you mentioned both Bulgaria and buggery in the same article without noting the etymological connection.

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    He actually has in a past Radio Derb episode. He claims one of his former school teachers said the country was named for its homosexual history.
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  14. Oldeguy says:

    I wonder if Derb intended to draw the striking contrast evident between his “standing outside the phone booth in the rain” story from his youth and the truly disheartening letter from the “marginalized students ” of Claremont College.
    Yes, as one commentator has already said, it is indeed a different world, but why ?
    The phone booth anecdote ( and yes, I could, no doubt, provide a few from my own youth ) reflects a society composed of individuals no less flawed than now but shaped and buttressed by a common culture that inculcated and unapologetically demanded self restraint on the part of its members in personal interaction.
    Had Derb in that situation been what is now admired as being “authentic” (i.e. expressed his “true feelings” by spewing obscene vitriol, and possibly pounding on the glass panes of the booth ) he would been deeply ashamed of himself afterwards. What was protecting the long winded lady in the booth was not the Bobby on the beat, but rather the Bobby that the then current culture had placed in Derb’s own head.
    That is a central and absolutely necessary function of culture if any civilization is to survive. Since individuals are mortal, the process is never ending; it is education in the broadest sense of the term.
    The Claremont letter ( and even more hideous examples abound ) is emblematic of the fruit of Multi-Culturalism: dim witted Identity Politics tribalism surly in tone and whining in content. And all this at an institution entrusted with the transmission of those inner core values that make civilization itself possible.

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  15. Derb,

    Regarding that picture of you standing next to the jigsaw puzzle, it pleases me greatly to see you looking in such fine health and spirits. On the other hand, given your reference to the Garden of Earthly Delights in the title, a particular favorite of mine, I was mildly disappointed to read to the end and find that you were only talking about a puzzle after all. Alas…

    But to that very point of keeping busy, I just don’t know how others fund the time for such pursuits. After my work and other duties are over, it takes literally every free moment I have just to stay informed about all the subjects that interest me. If I decide to do something recreational (because the bow cannot always be bent) I know I am doing it at the expense of something more important.

    Again, I just don’t know how others find the time. Particularly Sailer, who ought to spend a lot more time writing and less time watching every movie and television show known to man.

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  16. anonymous says: • Disclaimer

    Exactly what is a notice advertising “Women’s History Month” doing in a journal of mathematics anyway? Unless of course the editors have given up the ghost by simply yielding to the Cult of the Marginalized.

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  18. vinteuil says:

    Sorry to be meaner than The Derb – but shouldn’t the old girl have paused, for a moment, as soon as she noticed he was waiting, and stepped outside the booth, for a moment to explain the situation – and then returned to her Very Important Call?

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    Vinteuil - In that society, it was expected that civilized people show patience with each other (note the level of patience young Mr Derbyshire showed - he subtly moved closer to the glass, no more than that, really). So, no, the less-young woman on the phone did not have that particular obligation, which is why young Mr Derbysire immediately allowed the wave function of resentment to collapse - immediately.
    As for "Prawpast'" as opposed to "Byezna" (the d is silent in the best Russian pronunciation, in my opinion): the first is that thing you see in icons where the blessed or soon to be blessed are standing and, far below, those without love in their hearts are doomed. That is a Russian abyss/prawpast', Byezna is every thing else one thinks about when thinking about an abyss.
    As for Derzhavin, he was not "way before" Pushkin, there is a charming anecdote of the young Pushkin, at the King's (Tsar's) own school, publicly reading verses with the old Derzhavin in the audience: who later, with tears in his eyes, acclaimed Pushkin, in front of the young man's schoolmates, as the great hope of Russian poetry. In some ways, Derzhavin was a better poet than Pushkin - not in many ways, but some ways. Derzhavin was better on family life, contentment, and certain aspects of nature; Pushkin was almost as good on family life, nowhere near as good on contentment, and better on most aspects of nature. Hope that helps.
    And Leopardi was way gloomier than Derzhavin. Two really good poets but Leopardi was the expert on gloominess. For those who remember the old New Yorker cartoons, Derzhavin would be the Uncle Fester of gloominess and Leopardi the Lurch. Leopardi on the infinite nothingness of life is almost humorous it is so gloomy. By the way, his mother told him, in later life, how she rejoiced when she realized, shortly after they were no longer babies, that her young children would grow up ugly - this would keep them from the temptations of this world. Which is fine, in a limited way, as far as that goes, but poor Leopardi was destined to be in many ways an atheist. Imagine that!
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  19. Logan says:

    Unless I’m confused, which is quite possible, the word “hallelujah” is entirely Hebrew and therefore Semitic, not Sumerian, which as far as we know is a language isolate, and certainly has no Semitic affinities.

    It’s actually two words, the first meaning to sing a boasting song, and the second the Name of God, YHWH.

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  20. 5371 says:
    @David
    The abyss etymology offered in the link is a valiant wielding of Occam's butter knife. The prosaic but obvious etymology is "depthless" or "bottomless" from ancient Greek. It's like abares, weightless.

    Abyss from bathys is ridiculous, abyss from abzu clear and convincing. You aren’t up to this.

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    Let's look it up. (You'll have to copy the link since the part after the parenthesis isn't recognized.)

    http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A1999.04.0058%3Aentry%3Da)%2Fbussos


    ἄβυσσος For the Root, v. βαθύς.
     
    T's and S's being switched out for each other is common in Greek, think thalassa vs thalatta.
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  21. anonymous says: • Disclaimer
    @vinteuil
    Sorry to be meaner than The Derb - but shouldn't the old girl have paused, for a moment, as soon as she noticed he was waiting, and stepped outside the booth, for a moment to explain the situation - and then returned to her Very Important Call?

    Vinteuil – In that society, it was expected that civilized people show patience with each other (note the level of patience young Mr Derbyshire showed – he subtly moved closer to the glass, no more than that, really). So, no, the less-young woman on the phone did not have that particular obligation, which is why young Mr Derbysire immediately allowed the wave function of resentment to collapse – immediately.
    As for “Prawpast’” as opposed to “Byezna” (the d is silent in the best Russian pronunciation, in my opinion): the first is that thing you see in icons where the blessed or soon to be blessed are standing and, far below, those without love in their hearts are doomed. That is a Russian abyss/prawpast’, Byezna is every thing else one thinks about when thinking about an abyss.
    As for Derzhavin, he was not “way before” Pushkin, there is a charming anecdote of the young Pushkin, at the King’s (Tsar’s) own school, publicly reading verses with the old Derzhavin in the audience: who later, with tears in his eyes, acclaimed Pushkin, in front of the young man’s schoolmates, as the great hope of Russian poetry. In some ways, Derzhavin was a better poet than Pushkin – not in many ways, but some ways. Derzhavin was better on family life, contentment, and certain aspects of nature; Pushkin was almost as good on family life, nowhere near as good on contentment, and better on most aspects of nature. Hope that helps.
    And Leopardi was way gloomier than Derzhavin. Two really good poets but Leopardi was the expert on gloominess. For those who remember the old New Yorker cartoons, Derzhavin would be the Uncle Fester of gloominess and Leopardi the Lurch. Leopardi on the infinite nothingness of life is almost humorous it is so gloomy. By the way, his mother told him, in later life, how she rejoiced when she realized, shortly after they were no longer babies, that her young children would grow up ugly – this would keep them from the temptations of this world. Which is fine, in a limited way, as far as that goes, but poor Leopardi was destined to be in many ways an atheist. Imagine that!

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  22. @David
    Than governs more than the nominative case.

    Than governs more than the nominative case.”

    In this case, my dear David, it appears you missed that “Winking at you: more of the abbess staring back” formed ample clue that the opening of my comment was not an instance of pedantry, but a gentle pull of Mr. Derbyshire’s leg. I’d like to think that he got it straightaway.

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  23. Daniel H says:

    10 years ago I stopped in a second floor bar in NYC Chinatown, off Canal street, that was actually a Bulgarian bar. Things I noticed: 1) All Bulgarians look remarkably similar. They are like one extended family. 2) Bulgarian are a very good looking race of people. The men are tall, lean and handsome. Seems to be a mixture of the Slav and Mediterranean in their physiognomy. The women are pretty and feminine. 3) Bulgarian food is lousy. Oh well, God can’t bless us all with everything.

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  24. Daniel H says:

    I’m with you on Bitcoin. If I had invested a mere $10,000 in Bitcoin when it was first issued, all my financial concerns for the rest of my life would be resolved. Still at $2000 per coin I don’t think that its rise is finished, not by a long shot. The low hanging fruit has been picked but I can easily anticipate Bitcoin advancing around 15%-20% pear year, for decades to come. There are just too many people around the world who have a very strong interest in keeping their money away from the eyes of government scrutiny: drug dealers, arms dealers, money launderers, bribe takes, bribe offerers…..the list goes on. I am going to purchase a fixed amount per month and just keep it there. 20 years from now I may have something substantial to fall back on. My only concern is logging on to Coinbase one day and getting a dreaded 404 message, that this website no longer exists. Well, risk worth taking.

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  25. Daniel H says:

    (It’s striking how many great men’s résumés include a spell working in haberdashery: H.G. Wells, Harry Truman, Bob Weissberg, me, …)

    I think that Nigel Tufnell of Spinal Tap worked in a haberdashery.

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  26. Art says:
    @Auntie Analogue

    "Moore is eight years younger than me...."
     
    Shouldn't that be "younger than I"? (Me am / I am?)

    Winking at you: more of the abbess staring back.

    Just for fun, Mr. Derbyshire, according to Google translator the Russian for "abbess" is аббатиса.

    As we would say in the 1950's Jersey City of my youth: "I loin sumpin' new every day."

    From the article: So far as the question I opened with is concerned — “If we tried to use our nukes, would they work?” — I’m guessing the answer is “probably not.”

    After 50 years, every rubber and plastic part in all those nuke missiles is suspect.

    For god’s sake – make peace – not war – this is crazy – period.

    If the world will ever know peace it will be because “the people will demand it” – start the peace in our time movement.

    Peace — Art

    p.s. Evert time the 15,0000,000 strong hasbara Jew-matric pushes for war – call them on it by name.

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    My dear Art, none of my comments here, or elsewhere, has ever mentioned the topic of nuclear weapons. Your comment No. 26 confused me with another commenter's work, or with the work of Mr. Derbyshire himself.
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  27. MEH 0910 says:
    @Renoman
    I never got the Pride thing. Sticking your dick in shit never struck me as something to be proud of?

    I never got the Pride thing.

    That’s actually the point. They have to assert pride because it’s shameful.

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  28. Coinbase is easily the worst broker dealer experience I have ever had (I’ve moved **7 through them). I know way too much about them. Keep your whatever coins in cold storage in a backed up USB in a safety deposit box. Coinbase is only useful for turning your whatever coins into money, and only of marginal utility there. I don’t trust them to exist in 10 years. Ask the guy who gifted you with the thingees; he’ll say the same thing.

    Pareene is a human hate bubble. I’m not sure he’s capable of recognizing other people’s independent existence outside of his social libidinal pecadilloes.

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  29. @Art
    From the article: So far as the question I opened with is concerned — “If we tried to use our nukes, would they work?” — I’m guessing the answer is “probably not.”

    After 50 years, every rubber and plastic part in all those nuke missiles is suspect.

    For god’s sake – make peace – not war – this is crazy – period.

    If the world will ever know peace it will be because “the people will demand it” – start the peace in our time movement.

    Peace --- Art

    p.s. Evert time the 15,0000,000 strong hasbara Jew-matric pushes for war - call them on it by name.

    My dear Art, none of my comments here, or elsewhere, has ever mentioned the topic of nuclear weapons. Your comment No. 26 confused me with another commenter’s work, or with the work of Mr. Derbyshire himself.

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  30. @FD
    Dear Derb,

    A literal translation of 'abyss' would be бездна. Пропасть can be interpreted as such in the context of poetry, but usually indicates a deep chasm (which may or may not have a bottom). Change the stress to the second syllable, and it becomes the verb "to perish."

    Dear FD !
    Dear John ! Do not take too much seriously the the exact meaning of words in Russian poetry. Quite often the word is chosen for a good rhyme, for the preservation of “METRE”.
    Lermontov says

    Есть речи — значенье
    Темно иль ничтожно,
    Но им без волненья
    Внимать невозможно:

    There are such speeches
    With unclear meaning or just nonexistent,
    But you can not hear them,
    Without feeling deep about them.

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    Indeed, and both Russian and English poetry have such aplenty.

    О пашни, пашни, пашни,
    Коломенская грусть,
    На сердце день вчерашний,
    А в сердце светит Русь.

    Though thou art Worshipped by the Names Divine
    Of Jesus and Jehovah, thou art still
    The Son of Morn in weary Night’s decline,
    The lost Traveller’s Dream under the Hill.
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  31. Capn Mike says:

    Regarding the British red phone box:
    I was camping in Wales many years back (pre-cellphone). I wanted to call my folks in the states, so I went up to the lone red phone box in the campground that evening. It was incredibly confusing for a yank to get that thing to work with pound coins and all and I was having a hell of a time. I eventually realized that a little old lady had been waiting for some time to use the phone. So I leaned out and said: “Excuse me, but could you help me with this phone?” She responded with a fountain of Welsh spittle talk which I don’t comprehend. I explained further. “I’m sorry, I’m from America you see…”. “OH!! You’re American!!! I thought you were ENGLISH!!! Here, let me help”.

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  32. vinteuil says:

    “In that society, it was expected that civilized people show patience with each other (note the level of patience young Mr Derbyshire showed – he subtly moved closer to the glass, no more than that, really).”

    Well, OK, I’ll take your word for it. But still…

    btw – as an enthusiastic & opinionated opera-goer, what do you think of the great Pushkin-based Russian operas – Eugene Onegin, Boris Godunov, Ruslan & Lyudmila, The Stone Guest – and so on and so forth – the full list is quite remarkable.

    Pushkin was not only great in himself, but the cause that greatness was in other men.

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    Vinteuil, that was a good list! There are wonderful scenes from the Dargomizhsky opera on Youtube - I will have to check out the Glinka. To add to your list a little, Rubinstein composed a famous opera on a poem by Lermontov and Rachmaninoff has some great lyric settings of Pushkin (great as in "music that is better than it can be played"), as well as the opera Aleko and another one-act opera on a short play of Pushkin's, which I have not heard or seen. Rachmaninoff, by the way, seems to me like the only famous opera composer from that long 19th century who was actually more at home in liturgical music ... (Taneyev, another great Northern Russian liturgical composer, wrote an opera but that opera is not famous, and Gounod - to change the subject slightly to the west - while a famous opera composer, was equally at home writing a Faust or a Mass for St Cecilia) .... all those Russians, by the way, even the (when very young) Rachmaninoff, probably knew someone who knew Pushkin, so it was personal for them in that way .... You have to get to Prokofieff and Stravinsky before that personal connection is lost ....
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  33. David says:
    @5371
    Abyss from bathys is ridiculous, abyss from abzu clear and convincing. You aren't up to this.

    Let’s look it up. (You’ll have to copy the link since the part after the parenthesis isn’t recognized.)

    http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A1999.04.0058%3Aentry%3Da)%2Fbussos

    ἄβυσσος For the Root, v. βαθύς.

    T’s and S’s being switched out for each other is common in Greek, think thalassa vs thalatta.

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    Complete drivel. The theta in bathys is not a tau, and has nothing to do with the equivalence of Attic double tau and Ionic double sigma.
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  34. How pleasant to know Derbyshire!
    His Garden all Man could desire;
    Switches gears math-to-Chink
    In a relative wink:
    He ain’t no diversity hire.

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    What with the way Derb pronounces "Derbyshire", that don't rhyme.
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  35. 5371 says:
    @David
    Let's look it up. (You'll have to copy the link since the part after the parenthesis isn't recognized.)

    http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A1999.04.0058%3Aentry%3Da)%2Fbussos


    ἄβυσσος For the Root, v. βαθύς.
     
    T's and S's being switched out for each other is common in Greek, think thalassa vs thalatta.

    Complete drivel. The theta in bathys is not a tau, and has nothing to do with the equivalence of Attic double tau and Ionic double sigma.

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    Again, not me but Liddell and Scott indicate that basso is the Doric comparative of bathus.

    And I wonder, how does the tau in kata show up in the name Catherine. There's no chance it has something to do with that theta, is there?

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  36. 5371 says:
    @Immigrant from former USSR
    Dear FD !
    Dear John ! Do not take too much seriously the the exact meaning of words in Russian poetry. Quite often the word is chosen for a good rhyme, for the preservation of "METRE".
    Lermontov says

    Есть речи — значенье
    Темно иль ничтожно,
    Но им без волненья
    Внимать невозможно:



    There are such speeches
    With unclear meaning or just nonexistent,
    But you can not hear them,
    Without feeling deep about them.

    Indeed, and both Russian and English poetry have such aplenty.

    О пашни, пашни, пашни,
    Коломенская грусть,
    На сердце день вчерашний,
    А в сердце светит Русь.

    Though thou art Worshipped by the Names Divine
    Of Jesus and Jehovah, thou art still
    The Son of Morn in weary Night’s decline,
    The lost Traveller’s Dream under the Hill.

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  37. David says:
    @5371
    Complete drivel. The theta in bathys is not a tau, and has nothing to do with the equivalence of Attic double tau and Ionic double sigma.

    Again, not me but Liddell and Scott indicate that basso is the Doric comparative of bathus.

    And I wonder, how does the tau in kata show up in the name Catherine. There’s no chance it has something to do with that theta, is there?

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    No, kata and katharos again have nothing to do with each other. You seem to be incapable of adducing facts relevant to the discussion.
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  38. 5371 says:
    @David
    Again, not me but Liddell and Scott indicate that basso is the Doric comparative of bathus.

    And I wonder, how does the tau in kata show up in the name Catherine. There's no chance it has something to do with that theta, is there?

    No, kata and katharos again have nothing to do with each other. You seem to be incapable of adducing facts relevant to the discussion.

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  39. Agent76 says:

    May 5, 2017 Hans-Hermann Hoppe: A World Without Theft

    Dr. Hoppe’s book ‘The Economics and Ethics of Private Property’ (mises.org/EEPP) is among the most important modern contributions to libertarian thought. Hoppe, like Rothbard, connects laissez-faire economics to normative libertarian theory with laserlike precision and inexorable logic.

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  40. anonymous says: • Disclaimer
    @vinteuil
    "In that society, it was expected that civilized people show patience with each other (note the level of patience young Mr Derbyshire showed – he subtly moved closer to the glass, no more than that, really)."

    Well, OK, I'll take your word for it. But still...

    btw - as an enthusiastic & opinionated opera-goer, what do you think of the great Pushkin-based Russian operas - Eugene Onegin, Boris Godunov, Ruslan & Lyudmila, The Stone Guest - and so on and so forth - the full list is quite remarkable.

    Pushkin was not only great in himself, but the cause that greatness was in other men.

    Vinteuil, that was a good list! There are wonderful scenes from the Dargomizhsky opera on Youtube – I will have to check out the Glinka. To add to your list a little, Rubinstein composed a famous opera on a poem by Lermontov and Rachmaninoff has some great lyric settings of Pushkin (great as in “music that is better than it can be played”), as well as the opera Aleko and another one-act opera on a short play of Pushkin’s, which I have not heard or seen. Rachmaninoff, by the way, seems to me like the only famous opera composer from that long 19th century who was actually more at home in liturgical music … (Taneyev, another great Northern Russian liturgical composer, wrote an opera but that opera is not famous, and Gounod – to change the subject slightly to the west – while a famous opera composer, was equally at home writing a Faust or a Mass for St Cecilia) …. all those Russians, by the way, even the (when very young) Rachmaninoff, probably knew someone who knew Pushkin, so it was personal for them in that way …. You have to get to Prokofieff and Stravinsky before that personal connection is lost ….

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    "There are wonderful scenes from the Dargomizhsky opera on Youtube – I will have to check out the Glinka."

    Shostakovich claimed to prefer Dargomizhsky's version of Don Juan to Mozart's. Presumably, he was just being provocative.

    As for Glinka's Ruslan & Lyudmila, I must admit that I know it only by the (very catchy) overture. But I look forward to seeing the whole thing, for free, at the Peter & Paul Fortress, in eight days time, as part of Saint Petersburg's AllTogetherOpera festival.
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  41. MEH 0910 says:
    @Eustace Tilley (not)
    How pleasant to know Derbyshire!
    His Garden all Man could desire;
    Switches gears math-to-Chink
    In a relative wink:
    He ain't no diversity hire.

    What with the way Derb pronounces “Derbyshire”, that don’t rhyme.

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  42. The letter-writer “Ms Kent” is a recent M2F transsexual, who apparently still presented himself as a “he” in the fall of 2014, and received tenure in 2016.

    http://www.ratemyprofessors.com/ShowRatings.jsp?tid=1490227

    One of the signs of lower female (than male) ability distribution in a given domain is that a disproportionate number of high-achieving females are transgender, lesbian or very unfeminine. This is noticeably true in athletics, chess, computer programming, and may be the case in mathematics.

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    and may be the case in mathematics.
     
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmy_Noether

    Amalie Emmy Noether (German: [ˈnøːtɐ]; 23 March 1882 – 14 April 1935) was a German mathematician known for her landmark contributions to abstract algebra and theoretical physics.[1]

    She was described by Pavel Alexandrov, Albert Einstein, Jean Dieudonné, Hermann Weyl, and Norbert Wiener as the most important woman in the history of mathematics.[2][3] As one of the leading mathematicians of her time, she developed the theories of rings, fields, and algebras. In physics, Noether's theorem explains the connection between symmetry and conservation laws.[4]
     
    http://celebratio.org/Noether_E/article/110/

    "No one could contend that the Graces had stood by her cradle; but if we in Göttingen often chaffingly referred to her as “der Noether” (with the masculine article), it was also done with a respectful recognition of her power as a creative thinker who seemed to have broken through the barrier of sex."
     
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:EmmyNoether_MFO3096.jpg
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  43. vinteuil says:
    @anonymous
    Vinteuil, that was a good list! There are wonderful scenes from the Dargomizhsky opera on Youtube - I will have to check out the Glinka. To add to your list a little, Rubinstein composed a famous opera on a poem by Lermontov and Rachmaninoff has some great lyric settings of Pushkin (great as in "music that is better than it can be played"), as well as the opera Aleko and another one-act opera on a short play of Pushkin's, which I have not heard or seen. Rachmaninoff, by the way, seems to me like the only famous opera composer from that long 19th century who was actually more at home in liturgical music ... (Taneyev, another great Northern Russian liturgical composer, wrote an opera but that opera is not famous, and Gounod - to change the subject slightly to the west - while a famous opera composer, was equally at home writing a Faust or a Mass for St Cecilia) .... all those Russians, by the way, even the (when very young) Rachmaninoff, probably knew someone who knew Pushkin, so it was personal for them in that way .... You have to get to Prokofieff and Stravinsky before that personal connection is lost ....

    “There are wonderful scenes from the Dargomizhsky opera on Youtube – I will have to check out the Glinka.”

    Shostakovich claimed to prefer Dargomizhsky’s version of Don Juan to Mozart’s. Presumably, he was just being provocative.

    As for Glinka’s Ruslan & Lyudmila, I must admit that I know it only by the (very catchy) overture. But I look forward to seeing the whole thing, for free, at the Peter & Paul Fortress, in eight days time, as part of Saint Petersburg’s AllTogetherOpera festival.

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  44. MEH 0910 says:
    @academic gossip
    The letter-writer "Ms Kent" is a recent M2F transsexual, who apparently still presented himself as a "he" in the fall of 2014, and received tenure in 2016.

    http://www.ratemyprofessors.com/ShowRatings.jsp?tid=1490227

    One of the signs of lower female (than male) ability distribution in a given domain is that a disproportionate number of high-achieving females are transgender, lesbian or very unfeminine. This is noticeably true in athletics, chess, computer programming, and may be the case in mathematics.

    and may be the case in mathematics.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmy_Noether

    Amalie Emmy Noether (German: [ˈnøːtɐ]; 23 March 1882 – 14 April 1935) was a German mathematician known for her landmark contributions to abstract algebra and theoretical physics.[1]

    She was described by Pavel Alexandrov, Albert Einstein, Jean Dieudonné, Hermann Weyl, and Norbert Wiener as the most important woman in the history of mathematics.[2][3] As one of the leading mathematicians of her time, she developed the theories of rings, fields, and algebras. In physics, Noether’s theorem explains the connection between symmetry and conservation laws.[4]

    http://celebratio.org/Noether_E/article/110/

    “No one could contend that the Graces had stood by her cradle; but if we in Göttingen often chaffingly referred to her as “der Noether” (with the masculine article), it was also done with a respectful recognition of her power as a creative thinker who seemed to have broken through the barrier of sex.”

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  45. “….and quite possibly sold the nine-year-old Moore a pair of socks.”

    American readers, accustomed as they are to self service in big box stores, may not quite understand this in the way it is intended.

    As luck would have it, the summer when I was riding my bicycle through England’s Kent and Sussex counties was atypically hot and dry. I had only brought heavy cotton shorts which, because they wouldn’t dry quickly, were chafing me and proving to be intolerable for riding. So I stopped off at a small shop that sold clothing.

    Upon my entering, a clerk approached me and asked how he could be of assistance. At first I tried to brush him off and thought to look around for myself but he persisted so I relented and told him–really told him–my exact problem. He took in everything I said and led me to a section of athletic clothing. Then he showed me the diverse offerings the store had which he thought would address my problem. He went on about fabric, weave, denier, breathability, water absorption and so on in great earnestness, pointing out the relative advantages of each as well as their shortcomings.

    I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. All I wanted was a pair of athletic shorts that also looked somewhat acceptable so that when I ventured into a bakery for a meat pie I didn’t scare the locals. But a different part of me told my inner critic to shut up and listen and really hear what this man was saying. He was offering his expertise and I should appreciate that.

    I bought a pair for the equivalent of $18 and they suited me perfectly. They lasted for many years afterwards as well.

    Perhaps he was a bit over the top but, I reflected, I would never have gotten that level of attentiveness or earnest concern from an American salesperson working in an American shop, especially over such a minor purchase. So, there’s that (admittedly small potatoes) to be said for Englishmen working in haberdasheries.

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    My dear ThreeCranes, I hope you've enjoyed seeing or will enjoy seeing the delightful Brit-com Are You Being Served?
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  46. @ThreeCranes
    "....and quite possibly sold the nine-year-old Moore a pair of socks."

    American readers, accustomed as they are to self service in big box stores, may not quite understand this in the way it is intended.

    As luck would have it, the summer when I was riding my bicycle through England's Kent and Sussex counties was atypically hot and dry. I had only brought heavy cotton shorts which, because they wouldn't dry quickly, were chafing me and proving to be intolerable for riding. So I stopped off at a small shop that sold clothing.

    Upon my entering, a clerk approached me and asked how he could be of assistance. At first I tried to brush him off and thought to look around for myself but he persisted so I relented and told him--really told him--my exact problem. He took in everything I said and led me to a section of athletic clothing. Then he showed me the diverse offerings the store had which he thought would address my problem. He went on about fabric, weave, denier, breathability, water absorption and so on in great earnestness, pointing out the relative advantages of each as well as their shortcomings.

    I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. All I wanted was a pair of athletic shorts that also looked somewhat acceptable so that when I ventured into a bakery for a meat pie I didn't scare the locals. But a different part of me told my inner critic to shut up and listen and really hear what this man was saying. He was offering his expertise and I should appreciate that.

    I bought a pair for the equivalent of $18 and they suited me perfectly. They lasted for many years afterwards as well.

    Perhaps he was a bit over the top but, I reflected, I would never have gotten that level of attentiveness or earnest concern from an American salesperson working in an American shop, especially over such a minor purchase. So, there's that (admittedly small potatoes) to be said for Englishmen working in haberdasheries.

    My dear ThreeCranes, I hope you’ve enjoyed seeing or will enjoy seeing the delightful Brit-com Are You Being Served?

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  47. Dear John ! Thank you for your interesting comment about Derzhavin (1743-1816). The only thing I know about Derzhavin is Pushkin’s line (1921 or later, in “Eugenij Onegin”) “Old man Derzhavin noted our existence, and blessed us before descending to the grave”, “Старик Державин нас заметил, и в гроб сходя благославил.
    I hardly realize, what a great role Pushkin played and still plays in my life. All the poetry around, all the Russian language. My late father often cited Pushkin. Both my parents knew a lot of Pushkin’s verses by heart. When I recently wanted to discuss optical fields with the ratio 2 to 1, of highest frequency to minimum frequency ratio being 2, “octave” the first thing that came to mind, was “Ширванский полк могу сравнить с октавой.”, “I would compare Shirvanski’s regiment to ‘the poetic METER octave’ “, http://rvb.ru/pushkin/01text/02poems/03edit/0829.htm
    At Moscow University class-mate of mine, was Nelya Pushkina. Only after each of us graduated from Physics Department of the said University, had I learned that she is direct descendant of A. S. Pushkin.
    My (previous) mother-in-law worked as chief librarian (зав. отделом книжных фондов) of the memorial museum of Pushkin in Moscow (not to be confused with The Fine Arts Museum in Moscow named in honor of Pushkin.) I remember her excited description how two amateur Pushkinists discovered (around 1970) yet unknown original of a handwritten letter by Pushkin.
    *

    http://rvb.ru/pushkin/01text/01versus/0423_36/1830/0534.htm

    Исполнились мои желания. Творец
    Тебя мне ниспослал, тебя, моя Мадона,
    Чистейшей прелести чистейший образец.
    *

    https://ru.wikisource.org/wiki/%D0%A1%D0%BC%D1%83%D0%B3%D0%BB%D1%8B%D0%B9_%D0%BE%D1%82%D1%80%D0%BE%D0%BA_%D0%B1%D1%80%D0%BE%D0%B4%D0%B8%D0%BB_%D0%BF%D0%BE_%D0%B0%D0%BB%D0%BB%D0%B5%D1%8F%D0%BC_(%D0%90%D1%85%D0%BC%D0%B0%D1%82%D0%BE%D0%B2%D0%B0)

    Смуглый отрок бродил по аллеям,
    У озёрных грустил берегов,
    И столетие мы лелеем
    Еле слышный шелест шагов.

    Иглы сосен густо и колко
    Устилают низкие пни…
    Здесь лежала его треуголка
    И растрепанный том Парни.

    24 февраля 1911
    Царское Село.

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  48. Walt says:
    @Rob McX
    I can't believe you mentioned both Bulgaria and buggery in the same article without noting the etymological connection.

    He actually has in a past Radio Derb episode. He claims one of his former school teachers said the country was named for its homosexual history.

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  49. @Kyle McKenna

    Addressing me with full eye contact, she said: “I’m terribly sorry to have kept you waiting so long on such a miserable night. It was really important. I’m so sorry.”
     
    Yes, a different society; a different world.

    About the nukes? It's time to test them. Now, at Pyongyang.

    About the word "concerning"? It's a preposition, not an adjective. Hence, it requires an object.

    Finally, your writing is entertaining but a tad prolix. I recommend half as much but perhaps twice as often.

    Your use of the word “tad” is slang-driven, juvenile, pretentious and, in 2017, painfully outdated. I recommend it’s immediate and permanent cessation to everyone I encounter who uses it. You’re welcome.

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