Chaos in North Kensington

henrydavidthoreau106041People have been calling to Theresa May to go.Demonstrations and anger after the lack of response to the terrible fire.I just hope other tower blocks are not as dangerous as that one which was full of poorer people and refugees living close to the wealthier folks so they put the cladding on to make it looks smarter.Appearances are all
That’s how our rulers see the poor /us.I agree that May is no leader.I think she ought to have resigned after the Election.She can’t do Brexit now!

Syntagmatic and other frightening words

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Painting by my sister
I have never seen this word before.I have looked ot up and will put a link here

http://visual-memory.co.uk/daniel/Documents/S4B/sem03.html

 

“A syntagm is an orderly combination of interacting signifiers which forms a meaningful whole within a text – sometimes, following Saussure, called a ‘chain’. Such combinations are made within a framework of syntactic rules and conventions (both explicit and inexplicit). In language, a sentence, for instance, is a syntagm of words; so too are paragraphs and chapters. ‘There are always larger units, composed of smaller units, with a relation of interdependence holding between both’ (Saussure 1983, 127; Saussure 1974, 128): syntagms can contain other syntagms. A printed advertisement is a syntagm of visual signifiers. Syntagmatic relations are the various ways in which elements within the same text may be related to each other. Syntagms are created by the linking of signifiers from paradigm sets which are chosen on the basis of whether they are conventionally regarded as appropriate or may be required by some rule system (e.g. grammar). Synatagmatic relations highlight the importance of part-whole relationships: Saussure stressed that ‘the whole depends on the parts, and the parts depend on the whole’ (Saussure 1983, 126;Saussure 1974, 128).

Syntagms are often defined as ‘sequential’ (and thus temporal – as in speech and music), but they can represent spatial relationships. Saussure himself (who emphasized ‘auditory signifiers’ which ‘are presented one after another’ and ‘form a chain’) noted that visual signifiers (he instanced nautical flags) ‘can exploit more than one dimension simultaneously’ (Saussure 1983, 70; Saussure 1974, 70). Spatial syntagmatic relations are found in drawing, painting and photography. Many semiotic systems – such as drama, cinema, television and the world wide web – include both spatial and temporal syntagms.

Thwaites et al. argue that within a genre, whilst the syntagmatic dimension is the textual structure, the paradigmatic dimension can be as broad as the choice of subject matter (Thwaites et al. 1994, 95). In this framing, form is a syntagmatic dimension whilst content is a paradigmatic dimension. However, form is also subject to paradigmatic choices and content to syntagmatic arrangement.

Jonathan Culler offers an example of the syntagmatic relations and paradigmatic contrasts involved in Western menus:

      • In the food system… one defines on the syntagmatic axis the combinations of courses which can make up meals of various sorts; and each course or slot can be filled by one of a number of dishes which are in paradigmatic contrast with one another (one wouldn’t combine roast beef and lamb chops in a single meal; they would be alternatives on any menu). These dishes which are alternative to one another often bear different meanings in that they connote varying degrees of luxury, elegance, etc.”

(Culler 1985, 104)

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I can’t quite grasp it but I shall try!

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Roland Barthes (1967) outlined the paradigmatic and syntagmatic elements of the ‘garment system’ in similar terms. The paradigmatic elements are the items which cannot be worn at the same time on the same part of the body (such as hats, trousers, shoes). The syntagmatic dimension is the juxtaposition of different elements at the same time in a complete ensemble from hat to shoes.

How to be  a success at being lonely…

ChurchyardExtract from an ironically humorous article on Helium.com by Andrew Post

Quote”Every time you feel the need to call up an acquaintance on the phone and ask them what they’re doing Saturday, forget it. Every time you have a yen to rent a romance movie, fight it. It helps to keep a nice stock of sociopathic and antisocial books handy, or watch some television shows about hermits and serial killers. That should give you some role models.

Suitable daily activities that cultivate loneliness are:

1. Sitting in a chair and staring at the wall
2. Wandering aimlessly around your house
3. Reading a book you’ve read a million times over, preferably a Shakespearean tragedy
4. Looking over your old photo albums and yearbooks
5. Attempting to join a club or online dating site and being rejected
6. Going to bed at 7:30 p.m.
7. Checking your message machine and e-mails every five minutes
8. Writing letters to yourself

The simple truth is that it loneliness is a low-effort, convenient activity that can serve as a springboard into a wide variety of neuroses and social diseases. The only side effects are malnutrition, liquid imbalance in the brain, indigestion, muscular atrophy, ulcers and the occasional death from gunshot wounds or sleeping pill overdoses. With practice, loneliness can become the pastime that will eclipse and stifle all your other ones. It may even be the last hobby you ever pursue.”End quote.

And finally  I give the last words to to a metaphysical poet:

Andrew Marvell > Quotes

Andrew Marvell

“The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Windows and the soul

If you have writer’s block…[not writer’s bloke] you might need a change of scene are you may just need to open your windows and breathe deeply.Fresh air… we have windows to look out, of course, but also to allow air to flow in and out.In ancient times there were small windows with no glass.After we had glass we could have bigger windows to let in more light and so we could watch people pass by.

As a metaphor windows have many meanings.And sayings too like

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

There is definitely a link between eyes and windows as symbols.We would not say

The ears are the windows of the soul

nor even

The ears are the doors of the soul.

Of course, soul has many meanings and some neuro-scientists and others don’t believe we even have a soul.But folk wisdom tells us more than science.You cannot prove most things by logic nor by scientific methodology.Neither can you disprove them.But your own life can reveal such things as the sacred and the soul’s longing for God.

The only problem is cleaning windows.Window cleaners here clean the outside and I confess I rarely clean inside!

Violence and despair

My appetite for news has slunk away
See people throwing babies from the tower
The only action I  can take is prayer

On the ground,  where many flowers are laid
Relatives of the  victims  stand for hours
My appetite for news has slunk away

I saw the red plume rising in the air
The smoke and smell destroy the offered flower
The only action I  can take is prayer

The number of the dead increased today
Many  lie reduced to ash upstairs
My appetite for news has slunk away

Over London hangs a cloud of grey
No shades but sorrow, rage  shall flare
The only action I  can take is prayer

 

Oh, has the News shocked edgy Mrs May
We must hold both  violence and despair
My appetite for news has slunk away
The only way we can survive  is prayer

 

 

 

With green face

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Roast grief and tripe with jam tomorrow
Pubic Lamb’s hair with mint followers
Christian lamb with gravy boat and china flea pot
Tongue in cheek with salad  dressing
Toad in hole with vegetarian sausage  plus mashed piranhas
Ironic beans on throat plus GP call out charge
Tonsils on mashed potatoes with green face

 

Egg jelly and bastard [male]
Lime instant whip with real creme and elastoplast.
Disposable Yoghurt Fright and valium
Trifle from Russia with Putin’s autogrip and cream [sour]
Sponge Trump Tower with jam,cream  and rifle [air]

 

The garden umbrella

I spent an hour in shelter from the sun
My parasol arrived and all was gay
But very soon a naughty wind had come
And blown my garden parasol away

Abandoning my seat beside the Rose,
My papers blown around like little leaves
I fled indoors, the victim  of a ghost
For on hot days he follows me bereaved.

So in the living room, I drank hot tea
A  young man brought a parcel to the door
I saw  rich leaves and branches valiantly
Add movement to the scene I thought forlorn

A  garden gnome out there  does not  want me
To smile when others suffer misery

Else obsessional I’d be found here still

As I spell, by semiotics drained
I wonder if I’m wrong to write, explain
The rose unread, the apple not yet born
A poet reveals her mind, which draws down storms

Better be a scientist than a poet
Negative, uncertain, when she wrote
A lab with nuclei all dead and still
The world has ended, death by overkill

Not I but someone in me seems to choose
What I write of, what I might well leave
Else obsessional I’d be found here still
Having lost the power of choice and will.

Can we trust the silence and the voice?
Humbly, we must kneel before this choice

Semiotics explained

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http://www.signsalad.com/semiotics-explained/

Semiotics explained

Semiotics is an investigation into how meaning is created and how meaning is communicated. Its origins lie in the academic study of how signs and symbols (visual and linguistic) create meaning.

It is a way of seeing the world, and of understanding how the landscape and culture in which we live has a massive impact on all of us unconsciously.

Our actions and thoughts – what we do automatically – are often governed by a complex set of cultural messages and conventions, and dependent upon our ability to interpret them instinctively and instantly.

For instance, when we see the different colours of a traffic light, we automatically know how to react to them. We know this without even thinking about it. But this is a sign which has been established by cultural convention over a long period of time and which we learn as children, and requires a deal of unconscious cultural knowledge to understand its meaning.

Viewing and interpreting (or decoding) this sign enables us to navigate the landscape of our streets and society.

 

 

The terrorists are  those who rule our land

The terrorists are  those who rule our land
More killed on Grenfell Tower than London Bridge
14 London  fire stations shut down

Now May says   she will learn from what is found
How did fire spread from one faulty fridge?
The terrorists are  those who rule our land

Boris Johnson acts like he’s a clown
He called cuts to fundamental safety  privilege
14 London  fire stations shut down

For nine years now austerity has frowned
The   money for policing has been grabbed
The terrorists are  those who rule our land

May said that Human Rights might now be pruned
If you ain’t got a Passport, get one fixed
!4 London  fire stations shut down

Mayhem  comes when citizens feel robbed
The wealthy reckless feed the frightened mob
The terrorists are  those who rule our land
Boris acted, fire stations shut down

 

 

 Stuck in rages since times past, we’re even more stuck now

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1 Amazing Menace ,greet the hounds
2 Ave North Korea we’ll get you all kissed
3 Choose to run
4 Coldly Holy Holy
5 Rattle Don of the Corrupted
6 Be Thou My Derision I hate Queens of  the May
7  Stuck in Rages since times past
8 Awful Awful awesome
9  It’s  all hell  in My Soul
10All In The Guardian Today.Be a member today!
11 This little slight Of whines
12 Just a closer talk  militarily
13 Ally Loo Loo Chorus .Where is the bloody loo, anyway?
14 Nearer My God To Tea
15  Bless my Insurance
16 23rd Palm  Reading
17 The Old blogged and crashed
18 The Lord Is My Leopard
19 Deride with trees
20 She Who Would Transexual Be
21 To God Be The Story
22 What A Blend We Have In Jesus
23 Onward Christian torturers
24 We Call our wives and batter
25 Eternal Quantum, will you wave or be a particle for ever?

Another mind

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From time and place and season I am lost,

Disorientated ,missing tracks well worn.

Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost,

Nor label me with epithets of scorn.

For usual paths lead to the usual place.

The safest way to live and perhaps to die,

But wandering through the woods I find new space

and in wild grasses with the fox I lie.

Through distant trees, I see a way to go

As narrow as a slit in  pale limestone.

I pass in silence as if in deep,deep snow.

My courage rises even as I groan.

Remember when we’re lost ,we may then find

Another way,a place,another mind.

Death by fire: human sacrifice?

It is very hot here today which makes it harder for the people in the fire-torn block.I went ahead and erected my garden parasol as I have not sat outside for 3 years.We used to eat there.I was thinking, here is me in my garden and all the poor folk are crammed into dangerous buildings which I think must be uncomfortable even normally.My perennial geraniums have run wild.I can’t manage to download the photos yst

London suffers more catastrophe

London suffers  more catastrophe
As  screams awaken sleepers in this tower
A high rise block with only one exit
Oh, many now will take their mourning flowers.

Some  have made the SOS sign now
Seen by people standing in the street
The firefighters are not allowed  inside
So soon it will be death these people meet

Who designed these cheap and dangerous flats?
I can’t believe they had no fire exits
Was the Referendum a cheap vote?
Will we be asked to suffer through Brexit?

These cheap flats  brought death to many folk
To leave the EU  now seems but a jape.

 

 

The secret place of the Most High

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Pink tree

 

The seed of God is in us.
Given an intelligent farmer and a faithful field hand,
it will thrive and grow up to God
whose seed it is and, accordingly,
its fruit will be God-nature.
Pear seeds grow into pear trees.
Nut seeds grow into nut trees.
God-seeds into God.
 
Go to the depths of the soul,
the secret place of the Most High,
to the roots,
to the heights.
For everything that God can do,
is there.

Meister Eckhart, Christian mystic, Germany (1260-1328)

Go  brown, O loaf insane

  • 3267Been awful scary  in the night
  • Bees were forgiven by wasps
  • Be not a maid without a head
  • It’s still my soul what heals
  • Do Thou My Revision
  • Before the Sun Burned Bright
  • Blessed are aspirins
  • Testicles for women now
  • Obstacles  for the blessed detergents
  • I’m tickling  the free children.I’m a gnat
  • Why bees were right
  • Go  brown, O loaf insane
  • Come, wholesome toast
  • Come, hordes, and marry not
  • See my pay, my proof, my lies
  • Come, rejoice before your baker
  • Come,  those Holy Spirits, Come. I’ll have brandy, he wants rum
  • Come, come, come to the Mersey
  • Fall over Niagara

A strange orange coincidence

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Catholic priest giving Absolution to a man murdered by the British Army on Bloody Sunday 1972

 

Donald Trump looks orange on TV.And Theresa May wants to link up with a political party in Northern Ireland who were once called Orange men.They are Unionists,Protestants, who are called after William of Orange who ruled Great Britain with his wife Mary, the daughter of James the 2nd. She was a  Protestant.James was a Catholic and he had a son who would take the throne.William of Orange’s mother was the daughter of Charles 1st.
William invaded England and  ruled with his wife.Some places like Ireland wanted  James to be King.He was defeated at the Battle of the Boyne.
Many of the horrors that happened in Northern Ireland began when Orange men led huge parades through Catholic areas.One day Catholics demanded the right to vote  like the blacks in the USA but this was about 1969.You could only vote if you owned a house…. Catholics were poor.
On Bloody  Sunday English troops shot civilians holding a peaceful march

 

Wikipedia:

Bloody Sunday – sometimes called the Bogside Massacre[1] – was an incident on 30 January 1972 in the Bogside area of Derry, Northern Ireland, when British soldiers shot 28 unarmed civilians during a peaceful protest march against internment. Fourteen people died: thirteen were killed outright, while the death of another man four months later was attributed to his injuries. Many of the victims were shot while fleeing from the soldiers and some were shot while trying to help the wounded. Other protesters were injured by rubber bullets or batons, and two were run down by army vehicles.[2][3] The march had been organised by the Northern Ireland Civil Rights Association (NICRA). The soldiers involved were members of the 1st Battalion, Parachute Regiment, also known as “1 Para”.[4]

Two investigations have been held by the British government. The Widgery Tribunal, held in the immediate aftermath of the incident, largely cleared the soldiers and British authorities of blame. It described the soldiers’ shooting as “bordering on the reckless”, but accepted their claims that they shot at gunmen and bomb-throwers. The report was widely criticised as a “whitewash“.[5][6][7]The Saville Inquiry, chaired by Lord Saville of Newdigate, was established in 1998 to reinvestigate the incident. Following a 12-year inquiry, Saville’s report was made public in 2010 and concluded that the killings were both “unjustified” and “unjustifiable”. It found that all of those shot were unarmed, that none were posing a serious threat, that no bombs were thrown, and that soldiers “knowingly put forward false accounts” to justify their firing.[8][9] On the publication of the report, British prime minister David Cameron made a formal apology on behalf of the United Kingdom.[10] Following this, police began a murder investigation into the killings.

Bloody Sunday was one of the most significant events of “the Troubles” because a large number of civilian citizens were killed, by forces of the state, in full view of the public and the press.[1] It was the highest number of people killed in a single shooting incident during the conflict.[11] Bloody Sunday increased Catholic and Irish nationalist hostility towards the British Army

One of my friends was there.She testified.She moved to England.

I am crying now

 

You so loved me

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In the sudden heat of a June day
The bench beside the roses seemed set right.
We sat and talked about the flowers so gay,
and whether Love is visible to sight.

The flowers seemed more beautiful and rare
Than any flower I've dared my eyes rest on.
I welcomed them with bold yet merry stare.
Ah,all too soon bright summer will be gone.

The sun was at the apex of the sky.
We caught the moment like a netted fish.
And as we looked the broad white clouds blew by.
All we can do is wish and wish and wish.

Now back to marking essays,making tea.
I lived so well because you so loved me.

Hannah Arendt

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http://bostonreview.net/vivian-gornick-hannah-arendt-on-being-jewish

 

The Jewish Writings is a collection of Arendt’s articles and essays written between 1932 and 1966. For this reviewer, they come as a revelation. I had never understood, exactly, the mental road Arendt traveled to get to the pronouncements for which she has been both celebrated (the reality of men trumps the concept of Man), and damned (evil was ordinary; the Jews were to be held accountable). To read the book straight through is to see clearly the origin and steady development of the single critical insight that informed much of Arendt’s subsequent work: namely, that the world is what we ourselves make it. The need to breathe free is a given; the right to do so is not. Among human beings, the will to power is an embodied force that continually challenges the right of those not like ourselves to occupy space. Under no condition is the one-not-like-oneself free to ignore the challenge. What’s more, the challenge must be resisted in the terms in which it is flung down. As Arendt put it, “When one is attacked as a Jew one must respond not as a German or a Frenchman or a world citizen, but as a Jew.

A song about my cat

My cat went a roaming to find a new home.
Sing kitty,sing katty,sing Oh!
This cat was so clever he had his own comb.
Look up,now look down,stone the crows!

He went into the neighbours' and drank all their milk.
Sing,fridge raiding kitties.No,No!
Then he laid himself down on a piece of fine silk.
Sing,what the dickens,my lovely pillow!

He went to the butcher and ate all the steak.
Sing greedy,he's ruined my flow.
Then he went to the hairdresser for a shampoo.
Where else can a puttitat go?

He had no plastic,no money,no cheque!
Sing,cheater,sing creature,sing woe.
She sent for a Copper who paid the cat's bill.
And so  my puss came out all aglow.

Now my cat was glossy and plump and refreshed.
Sing:fancy,it all goes to show.
So he came home and said this place is best.
And he picked up his cello and bow.

He scraped some Sibelius and also some Grieg.
Sing: Northern lights can always glow.
But,he looked so self satisfied,I felt annoyed....
One should not let one's narcissism show.

But he was so handsome,I was glad he came home.
Sing,grateful,sing katefull,sing Ho!
And I hope he will never again want to roam.
Sing glory.sing story;Sing So!

Deceived by  numbers and the frequent polls

Momentous changes stunned the  British  lords
Deceived by  numbers and the frequent polls
We deprived them of their  powers and of their voice

They thought they had it fixed, we had no choice
The game has changed, the young demanded balls.
Momentous changes stunned the  British  lords

Now they scurry, looking for new words
Their script is finished, gone their hateful goals.
We deprived them of their  powers and of their voice

Now a new play starts and they run scared
Our politics is not  for them alone
Momentous changes stunned the  British  lords

The referendum  made the racists  heard
Since the Brexit vote, most people groan
We deprived our rulers of their  powers, their voice

 

Now the truth is out, the cover’s blown
And Europe laughs to hear  our rulers moan
Momentous changes stun the  British   hordes
As we barbecue  our burgers with hot words

 

The guest by Anna Akhmatova [translation below]


Александру Блоку

Я пришла к поэту в гости.
Ровно полдень. Воскресенье.
Тихо в комнате просторной,
А за окнами мороз.
И малиновое солнце
Над лохматым сизым дымом…
Как хозяин молчаливый
Ясно смотрит на меня!
У него глаза такие,
Что запомнить каждый должен;
Мне же лучше, осторожней,
В них и вовсе не глядеть.
Но запомнится беседа,
Дымный полдень, воскресенье
В доме сером и высоком
У морских ворот Невы.

Январь 1914


The Guest

The blizzard beats with snow
On my windows, as before.
I have not become new,
Yet a visitor is at my door.
I asked, “What do you want?”
“To be in hell with you.”
I laughed, “Oh, you will spell
For both of us misfortune.”
But, lifting his lean hand,
He lightly touched the flowers.
“Tell me, how are you kissed?
How do you kiss the others?”
His dull and watchful eyes
Stayed anchored on my ring.
A bitter glow lit his face,
Unmoving, lucid, still.
Oh, this I know. His joy
Is knowing, with passion,
There’s nothing that he needs,
That I’ll deny him nothing.

Gaza Prison?

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Two million people “live” in the Gaza strip.They have electricity only 4 hours a day.That is to be cut by 45 minutes.This includes hospitals and desalination plants used because water is very short.It makes me wonder how those people survive.Imagine that for just one week
Apparently, Abbas has asked Israel to do this to put more pressure in Hamas but so far he has not succeeded.Should Israel be taking part in such a  thing? It beggars belief

I don’t even know where adultery is

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 Adultery,  abstract art by Kate

Mary was sitting at her desk trying to decide whether to throw out a book called Schrodinger ‘s equation for idiots.The title had more than one meaning, she thought to herself.
I think that is for the recycling bin, she told her cat, Emile.What a pity you can’t read.You could have read it.
I don’t want to read stuff like that.I only like Dad’s cartoon books.
Where are they, Mary asked him, her eyes shining like melting Danish butter on a hot croissant?
They are in that plastic box in the kitchen, Emile told her.I read them at night.
How can you read if there is no light?Please don’t start sinning as I don’t want you to have to become a Catholic.
I can’t become a Catholic, said Emile.I am Jewish.
Well, St Paul was Jewish, Mary told him.Until he had an epileptic fit .
So having a fit can make you a Christian.That is very strange, the black cat told her with a twinkle in his eyes
Well, it’s not automatic, Mary replied.You have to pay.
What, pay  to become a Christian, I don’t believe Jesus would like that.
Well , he may be quite indulgent, sometimes Mary giggled.However, the Vatican and its wealth might not be quite what he was thinking of when he gave the Sermon on the Mount.
What sort of mount was it , Emile enquired.Was it a horse?
No, it was  more likely to  have been a donkey  as he was poor, you know
But he had things money can’t buy, the cat said philosophically.Like women who poured oil over his feet.What sort was it,?Was it like  that stuff Stan put in the car engine sometimes?
Don’t be so ridiculous.It was olive oil, Mary told him
Can we prove that, Emile murmured? His feet were no salad
No, I am using inductive reasoningMary stated logically.Olive trees are grown in that part of the world even now.
What is inductive reasoning, Emile mewed
Why it’s the opposite of deductive reasoning, of course, Mary stated flatly
I am glad I can’t read, Emile said.It’s bad for you to have to learn all of that.It was ok for the ancient Greeks.They had no televisions.I’d rather watch Andrea Bocelli and Hayley Westenra singing Vivo per lei.Whatever that means.She is from New Zealand  by the way.
What difference does that make Mary teased him?
No need to be rude, Emile cried.I was only passing a remark
That was what Stan’s mother used to say when  he told her off for saying my maple mousse was like something out of a tin.
Where was it from?
The Joy of Cookery. a big American cook book or maybe Jewish Cookery by Florence Greenberg or Marks and Spencers
Did you get that  book because I am Jewish, Emile purred?
No, I didn’t even know you were.How did it happen?
My mother was living with a Rabbi in Liverpool and he told her she could not  miaow on the Sabbath so she kind of assumed she was Jewish.As for my father.. nobody knows.
Emile, don’t start saying you are the Messiah.I have enough trouble already.I don’t want you to be  walking on water and helping women taken in adultery
I was not me who took them, said Emile.I don’t even know where Adultery is.
I think I’ll ring 999.We need help before we go mad.
Sometimes going mad seems the better option, Mary said sadly.A few  voices telling me what to do might be helpful
As long as they are not Michael Grove and Horace Watson, Emile replied. As for Freezer May……
And so say all of us