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chapter two, the perception of death.

The perception of death to the subject

is and will be key to the

motivation of chapter (mumbles).

Will understand new (mumbles),

observation or capacity for

the (mumbles) and environment.

Take into account the

subject's unfamiliar knowledge

and emotional disconnected attributes.

Chapter 13, the catharsis.

The final and most critical phase

is the triggering of the

catharsis. Having conditioned

the subject, the

catharsis can be triggered

with a sudden or aptly loud noise,

a sentimental image, or such

intrinsic aspects as music.

(piano music)

The process of releasing and thereby,

providing a relief from

stronger repressed emotions

is only obtained if the subject

has been properly

conditioned for such release.

(piano music)

Who's Zalambur?

Didn't I already tell you boys that?

He was a 13th century writer,

poet, and philosopher.

He was a man of enlightenment and

courage, and intellect.

A man removed from history prematurely.

(eerie music)

Oh yeah!

What happened to him?

Well, the truth is not always

what is desired by the powers that be.

Education and enlightenment

are two different things.

Gobles, and Stalin, and Mickey Myshka

educated the people,

but he didn't enlighten them.

The last thing a despot wants

is an enlightened population.

You can't control an

enlightened population.

So what happened to him?

(eerie music)

(mob yelling)

(loud crash)

(people shout)

(thunder rumbles)

(lightning cracks)

(electricity buzzes)

(eerie music)

(pounding on door)

(pounding on door)

(eerie music)

The prince of the

region silenced his voice.

How did he do that?

Et praeciderunt caput.

(wind howls)

(eerie music)

Sie schnitten ihm den Kopf

(eerie music)

(wind howls)

Hanno tagliato la testa.

(eerie music)

They cut his head off.

Oh!

(blade rings)

(loud chop)

Oh.

Oh.

(wind howls)

It's a funny thing,

how men who lived 600 years ago

could comfort a child

long after his death.

We never know how our

actions affect others,

even long after we are dead.

But when I wasn't reading

Zalambur, I was peeling potatoes.

Potatoes?

- Potatoes?

- Potatoes?

Yeah, potatoes.

Babushka was a bootlegger.

She had a still in the

attic of the orphanage.

She made the children work

with her unholy endeavor.

Now that's what I meant by free labor.

I had to peel the potatoes and the girls

carried them up to the

attic and once again,

a stormy night like this one

brought the phantom of

bad luck to my side.

(thunder rumbles)

(lightning cracks)

(eerie music)

(thunder rumbles)

(eerie music)

(thunder rumbles)

(eerie music)

(lightning cracks)

(eerie music)

(eerie orchestral music)

(thunder rumbles)

(lightning cracks)

(eerie music)

(thunder rumbles)

(lightning cracks)

(eerie music)

(thunder rumbles)

(eerie music)

Two little coffins for two little girls.

How sad.

Of course, Madam Babushka

was right next to

the still when it blew up, so her coffin

was a little bit smaller.

(eerie music)

So I grew up in even the relative comfort

of the orphanage past.

I knocked around for a little while

without any prospects.

No family.

Wealth.

No Ivy League education,

and no future.

But then I caught a break!

Industrialization and

old European imperialism

begat one another and gave birth to war.

(piano music)

(orchestral music)

I was finally going to free myself

from this string of bad luck,

to start anew with grand

resolve, strength, and aplomb.

(tango music plays)

(tango music ends)

(thunder rumbles)

Now contrary to popular belief,

a military endeavor does not always unwind

without what Von Clauswitz

referred to as friction.

Oh!

Yes, Von Clauselwts.

Yeah, Von Clauselwit.

See, Murphy's Law and

friction are synonymous

just as the detailed

and structured bad plans

become irrelevant post first shot.

So the law of probability tilts

toward the outcome of desolation.

As it would be with all

the current technology

of communications, message runners

were still needed to transfer

information between units.

A single man, alone, with the least amount

of protection had to navigate the terrain

and elements, carrying the

very thoughts of an army.

The very worst position to be in (laughs).

As the law would have

it, this task befell me.

So there I was, alone and vulnerable,

perverse enough, burnt land

which was once a paradise,

back and forth, back and forth,

exposed to all of the dangers and horrors

risen from hell,

the disambiguation of life.

Now (laughs), you may think

that bad luck is interminable.

What's intermble?

It means incessant.

Oh, yeah!

(laughs) Oh, oh, oh, yeah.

(fly buzzes)

(distorted ringing)

One day as I was making my routine route

between military outposts,

I came across the most beautiful sight

that I had ever seen.

(cheerful accordion music)

She was the most prepossessing

and beguiling woman.

She took me in, fed, and comforted me.

We spent all of my free

time that autumn together,

eating, drinking, laughing,

and listening to the radio.

(big band music)

(wind howls)

(rain patters)

(thunder rumbles)

What happened to her?

(wind howls)

The same thing that happens

to everyone who comes in contact with me.

(wind howls)

(rain patters)

(lightning cracks)

That New Years Eve, there

was a terrible storm.

I was able to appropriate a

bottle of champaign from the PX.

I thought all of my

bad luck was behind me.

A new beginning.

I finally found love in this world

of torment and tribulation.

(somber orchestral music)

(cork pops)

(lightning cracks)

(wind howls)

GiGi

(wind howls)

(rain patters)

GiGi

(rain patters)

What happened to her?

(rain patters)

(thunder rumbles)

Spring turns to summer,

summer turns to autumn,

and autumn turns to the Ardennes.

(lightning cracks)

(thunder rumbles)

(wind howls)

(orchestral music)

(sighs) Isolation, for some people,

can be maddening.

Isolation for me, and

under these circumstances,

forced me to reflect on

the events in my life.

(orchestral music)

What brought me to this place of death?

Would my luck change?

Questions every man ponders,

a common thread.

The apparitions of death

that I saw as a child.

The Banshee.

(thunder rumbles)

Banshee, what's a banshee?

Oh, you don't want to know

about anything like that.

(thunder rumbles)

What's a banshee?

Forget I even mentioned it.

You know, as soon as this storm resides,

you two had best

be on your way.

I think you'll be fine.

Okay, from what?

- What's a banshee?

- What's a banshee?

Oh, you don't want to know about

anything about that.

Forget I even mentioned it.

You two best be on your way.

I think you'll be okay.

(thunder rumbles)

(rain patters)

(lightning cracks)

Gather the children,

proclaim unto them this tale

of death and destruction

from the foul banshee's wail!

(lightning cracks)

(eerie music)

(banshee cackles)

You see, I began to realize

that any time something bad happens,

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