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PROFESSOR ROBERT CANON
I went down to Santa Cecilia yesterday evening to see the goddess, with Stephen Ficks and Jack Duluoz. I wanted to observe how Mother Maria was being adored there in a torchlight procession. Rumor had it she would be parading through the city in her white robes on horseback. Catching sight of me, Colonel Orz Corioles sent several of his men to detain us and bring us to the home of his father, Captain Peter Corioles.
"Can't we persuade you to let us return to Aira tonight?" I asked him.
"Could you persuade those who are not willing to listen?" said Corioles.
"What of the torchlight procession of Mother Maria on horseback?" Major Ficks asked him.
"Stay for supper, and then we will go see it," said Corioles.
"It seems that we must stay," Duluoz said.
When we entered the house of Peter Corioles, he was preparing to go to Mass. "Professor," he said to me, "you do not come down to Santa Cecilia as much as you should. If I was not an old man, I would come to Aira more often. But it is not so bad to be an old man. Once Sophocles, when he was very old, was asked if he could still have sex with a woman. And he said, "Silence, man. Most joyfully did I escape it, as from a frenzied and savage master!"
Rich men have other pleasures, Captain, I told him. We spoke for some time about money and justice, and then Peter Corioles went to Mass. I did not ask whether it was the open-air Mass being said for Mother Maria.
"She is crazy," Stephen was saying, "Annulling her marriage with the consul. Joining the Marians of the Immaculate Conception. An abbess! Can anyone take her seriously? What is she doing? The Thirty will never support this," said Ficks, using a nickname for the Senate.
"The sexiest abbess I have ever seen," Jack smirked.
"It is clear enough, Steve," I said, "She is not trying to become consul. She is trying to sit on the throne of the Lord Bishop. Technically as an abbess she can do this."
There was a stunned silence. Truly the politicians of Antylia at this time have no sense for politics. "Faced with a choice between the Republicans and the new cult of Mother Maria, what will you gentlemen do?" I asked the silence. "Do you think you will be able to control or at least contain her ambitions?"
"It doesn't matter," Orz said flatly. "Is she a friend or an enemy? If she is our friend, we must help her. If she is our enemy, we cannot."
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. As you may notice, this thread is meant to further describe contemporary politics in Antylia via allusions to Plato's Republic.PROFESSOR ROBERT CANON
"Can't we persuade you to let us return to Aira tonight?" I asked him.
"Could you persuade those who are not willing to listen?" said Corioles.
"What of the torchlight procession of Mother Maria on horseback?" Major Ficks asked him.
"Stay for supper, and then we will go see it," said Corioles.
"It seems that we must stay," Duluoz said.
When we entered the house of Peter Corioles, he was preparing to go to Mass. "Professor," he said to me, "you do not come down to Santa Cecilia as much as you should. If I was not an old man, I would come to Aira more often. But it is not so bad to be an old man. Once Sophocles, when he was very old, was asked if he could still have sex with a woman. And he said, "Silence, man. Most joyfully did I escape it, as from a frenzied and savage master!"
Rich men have other pleasures, Captain, I told him. We spoke for some time about money and justice, and then Peter Corioles went to Mass. I did not ask whether it was the open-air Mass being said for Mother Maria.
"She is crazy," Stephen was saying, "Annulling her marriage with the consul. Joining the Marians of the Immaculate Conception. An abbess! Can anyone take her seriously? What is she doing? The Thirty will never support this," said Ficks, using a nickname for the Senate.
"The sexiest abbess I have ever seen," Jack smirked.
"It is clear enough, Steve," I said, "She is not trying to become consul. She is trying to sit on the throne of the Lord Bishop. Technically as an abbess she can do this."
There was a stunned silence. Truly the politicians of Antylia at this time have no sense for politics. "Faced with a choice between the Republicans and the new cult of Mother Maria, what will you gentlemen do?" I asked the silence. "Do you think you will be able to control or at least contain her ambitions?"
"It doesn't matter," Orz said flatly. "Is she a friend or an enemy? If she is our friend, we must help her. If she is our enemy, we cannot."