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Thursday, 24 May 2018

UNIT 39 Assignment 3: Blood Meridian Radio Script

SFX                                               Crackling of a campfire can be heard throughout, as well 
                                                     as the sounds of the night typical of a western desert.

NARRATOR                                The mountains to the north lay sunwise in corrugated folds 
                                                     and the days were cool and the nights were cold and they 
                                                     sat about the fire each in his round of darkness in that 
                                                     round of dark while the idiot watched from his cage at the 
                                                      edge of the light. The judge cracked with the back of an 
                                                     axe the shinbone on an antelope and the hot marrow 
                                                     dripped smoking on the stones. They watched him. The 
                                                     subject was war.

JOHN JACKSON                        The good book says that he that lives by sword shall 
                                                     perish by the sword.

JUDGE HOLDEN                        What right man would have it any other way?

IRVING                                        The good book does indeed count war an evil, yet there’s 
                                                      many a bloody tale of war inside it.

JUDGE HOLDEN                        It makes no difference what men think of war. War 
                                                     endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War 
                                                     was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. 
                                                     The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is 
                                                      the way it was and will be. That way and not some other 
                                                     way.

SFX                                              Whispered slur or demurrer.

NARRATOR                                He turned to Brown, from whom he’d heard some 
                                                     whispered slur or demurrer.

JUDGE HOLDN                           Ah Davy, it’s your own trade we honor here. Why not 
                                                      rather take a small bow. Let each acknowledge each.

DAVID BROWN                           My trade?

JUDGE HOLDEN                        Certainly.

DAVID BROWN                          What is my trade?

JUDGE HOLDEN                        War. War is your trade. Is it not?

DAVID BROWN                          And it ain’t yours?

JUDGE HOLDEN                        Mine too. Very much so.

DAVID BROWN                          What about all them notebooks and bones and stuff?

JUDGE HOLDEN                        All other trades are contained in that of war.

DAVID BROWN                          Is that why war endures?

JUDGE HOLDEN                       No. It endures because young men love it and old men 
                                                    love it in them. Those that fought, those that did not.

DAVID BROWN                         That’s your notion.

JUDGE HOLDEN                       Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows 
                                                    that play is nobler than work. He knows too that the worth 
                                                    or merit of a game is not inherent in the game itself but 
                                                    rather in the value of that which is put at hazard. Games of 
                                                    chance require a wager to have meaning at all. Games of 
                                                    sport involve the skill and strength of the opponents and 
                                                    the humiliation of defeat and the pride of victory are in 
                                                     themselves sufficient stake because they inhere in the 
                                                    worth of the principals and define them. But trial of chance 
                                                     or trial of worth all games aspire to the condition of war for 
                                                    here that which is wagered swallows up game, player, all. 
                                                    Suppose two men at cards with nothing to wager save their 
                                                    lives. Who has not heard such a tale? A turn of the card. 
                                                    The whole universe for such a player has labored clanking 
                                                    to his moment which will tell if he is to die at that man’s 
                                                    hand or that man at his. What more certain validation of a 
                                                     man’s worth could there be? This enhancement of the 
                                                    game to its ultimate state admits no argument concerning 
                                                     the notion of fate. The selection of one man over another is 
                                                    a preference absolute and irrevocable and it is a dull man 
                                                    indeed who could reckon so profound a decision without 
                                                    agency or significance either one. In such games as have 
                                                    for their stake the annihilation of the defeated the decisions 
                                                    are quite clear. This man holding this particular 
                                                    arrangement of cards in his hand is thereby removed from 
                                                     existence. This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once 
                                                    the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, 
                                                    war is the truest form of divination. It is the testing of one’s 
                                                    will and the will of another within that larger will which 
                                                    because it binds them is therefore forced to select. War is 
                                                    the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the 
                                                    unity of existence. War is god.

DAVID BROWN                          You’re crazy Holden. Crazy at last.

IRVING                                        Might does not make right. The man that wins in some 
                                                      combat is not vindicated morally.












JUDGE HOLDEN                       Moral law is an invention of mankind for the 
                                                    disenfranchisement of the powerful in favor of the weak. 
                                                     Historical law subverts it at every turn. A moral view can 
                                                    never be proven right or wrong by any ultimate test. A man 
                                                    falling dead in a duel is not thought thereby to be proven in 
                                                    error as to his views. His very involvement in such a trial 
                                                    gives evidence of a new and broader view. The willingness 
                                                    of the principals to forgo further argument as the triviality 
                                                    which it in fact is and to petition directly the chambers of 
                                                    the historical absolute clearly indicates of how little moment 
                                                    are the opinions and of what great moment the 
                                                    divergences thereof. For the argument is indeed trivial, but 
                                                    not so the separate wills thereby made manifest. Man's 
                                                     vanity may well approach the infinite in capacity but his 
                                                    knowledge remains imperfect and however much he 
                                                    comes to value his judgments ultimately he must submit 
                                                    them before a higher court. Here there can be no special 
                                                    pleading. Here are considerations of equity and rectitude 
                                                    and moral right rendered void and without warrant and 
                                                    here are the views of the litigants despised. Decisions of 
                                                     life and death, of what shall be and what shall not, beggar 
                                                    all question of right. In elections of these magnitudes are 
                                                    all lesser ones subsumed, moral, spiritual, natural.

NARRATOR                               The judge searched out the circle for disputants. 

JUDGE HOLDEN                       But what says the priest?

TOBIN                                        The priest does not say.

JUDGE HOLDEN                       The priest does not say. Nihil dicit. But the priest has said. 
                                                    For the priest has put by the robes of his craft and taken up 
                                                     the tools of that higher calling which all men honor. The 
                                                    priest would be no godserver but a god himself.

TOBIN                                        You’ve a blasphemous tongue, Holden. And in truth I was 
                                                   never a priest but only a novitiate to the order.

JUDGE HOLDEN                     Journeyman priest or apprentice priest. Men of god and 
                                                    men of war have strange affinities. 

TOBIN                                        I’ll not secondsay you in your notions. Don’t ask it.

JUDGE HOLDEN                      Ah priest. What could I ask of you that you’ve already 
                                                   given?

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