
Everything that was directly lived has receded into a representation.
Her face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, she sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage and hurls it in front of her feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm . . . . irresistibly propels her into the future to which her back is turned, while the pile of debris before her grows skyward. (Walter Benjamin, revised)
from Laurence Sterne's A Sentimental Journey (1767)
In my return back through the passage, I heard the same words repeated twice over; and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage
-- 'I can't get out-- I can't get out,' said the starling.I stood looking at the bird: and to every person who came through the passage it ran fluttering to the side towards which they approach'd it, with the same lamentation of its captivity
-- 'I can't get out,' said the starling-- God help thee! said I- - but I'll let out, cost what it will; so I turned about the cage to get to the door; it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire, there was no getting it to open without pulling the cage to pieces-- I took both hands to it.The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and thrusting his head through the trellis, pressed his breast against it, as if impatient
-- I fear, poor creature! said I, I cannot set thee at liberty-- 'No,' said the starling-- 'I can't get out-- I can't get out,' said the starling. . . .Disguise thyself as thou wilt, Slavery! said I
-- still thou art a bitter draught! and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account.- - 'Tis thou, thrice sweet and gracious goddess, addressing myself to Liberty, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so, till Nature herself shall change-- no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle ao chymic power to turn thy sceptre into iron-- with thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled-- Gracious heaven! cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent, grant me but health, thou great Bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion-- and shower down thy mitres, if it seems good unto thy divine providence, upon those heads which are aching for them.
Not to make exaggerated claims, but it’s possible to be a crook, a hit man, a Jay Gould or [a Jack] Abramoff and still be a terrific dinner companion. . . . Alito is not a boor in person, he is a boor only in his legal philosophy. . . . It’s all there in his past decisions, his speeches, his on-the-record advocacies. . . . his infamous abortion ruling that drips of contempt for women, his imperial [view] of the presidency that drip[s] with contempt for Congress, his John Roberts-like, courtier’s draw to power, and in defense of power, at the expense of the weaker, the ordinary, the individual, for whom the Bill of Rights was written.Alito, Tristam argues, is “just mean.”
The analysis does not end with the one percent of women upon whom the statute operates; it begins there. Legislation is measured for consistency with the Constitution by its impact on those whose conduct it affects. . . . The proper focus of constitutional inquiry is the group for whom the law is a restriction, not the group for whom the law is irrelevant.In both of these cases, Alito seems to suggest that it is fine to violate people’s constitutional rights, as long as it’s only a few people, and perhaps especially if they are members of disfavored groups.
Of all the enemies of true liberty, war is, perhaps, the most to be dreaded, because it comprises and develops the germ of every other. . . In war . . . the discretionary power of the executive is extended; its influence in dealing out offices, honors and emoluments is multiplied; and all the means of seducing the minds are added to those of subduing the force of the people. . . .War is in fact the true nurse of executive aggrandizement . . . .The same malignant aspect . . .may be traced in the inequality of fortunes, and the opportunities of fraud, growing out of a state of war. . . .No nation can preserve its freedom in the midst of continual warfare.
