BtZ42 48-54: Foxes once more

[Mark Kohut]

Pointsman gathers dogs (for his experiments). Pointsman calls his patients
Foxes. "anything but humans" gets said.....
how about an octopus "they don't bark"....

He can't experiment on a human...."is *this* ethical" asks
Spectro.....[measurer for measurer].....raising his hand ...in almost a
Fascist salute.

Foxes are smart, elusive, skilled at escape, a prey in fox-hunting; but
Slothrop may be like a fox, hunting his own prey [Jamf].

How often have we read/heard that scientific 'experiments on animals do not
necessarily say anything about human beings reactions.".

Yes, unless we humans are reduced to animals...




On Mon, May 9, 2016 at 9:47 AM, Monte Davis <montedavis49 at gmail.com> wrote:

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> I like Laura's brown fox and lazy dog, but GR is going to recycle both in
> more complex configurations than just Slothrop vs lab dogs... not least
> because, as noted before, both dogs and foxes can appear as prey or
> predators depending on context (remember Mike Jing's recent query about the
> imagined "personal Rockets" that will track each of us like hounds).
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> A few of the later fox references that seem especially salient (Viking
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> 53.30
> the snow tracked over by foxes, rabbits, long‑lost dogs, and winter birds
> but no humans.
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> 58.28
> A skulk of foxes, a cowardice of curs are tonight’s traffic whispering in
> the yards and lanes.
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> 131.19
> The true king only dies a mock death. Remember. Any number of young men
> may be selected to die in his place while the real king, foxy old bastard,
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> 138.19 They gather, thicker as the days pass, English ghosts, so many
> jostling in the nights, memories unloosening into the winter, seeds that
> will never take hold, so lost, now only an every-so-often word, a clue for
> the living—”Foxes,” calls SpectroE across astral spaces, the word intended
> for Mr. Pointsman who is not present, who won’t be told because the few Psi
> Section who’re there to hear it get cryptic debris of this sort every
> sitting—if recorded at all it finds its way into Milton Gloaming’s
> word-counting project—“Foxes,” a buzzing echo on the afternoon, Carroll
> Eventyr, “The White Visitation”’s resident medium, curls thickly tightened
> across his head, speaking the word “Foxes,” out of very red, thin lips
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> 242.24
> [General Wivern:] “Slothrop, there are no ‘SG’ documents.”
> First impulse is to rattle the parts list in the man’s face, but today he
>  is the shrewd Yankee foxing the redcoats.
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> 450.16 [re the facilities of the toiletship Rucksichtslos]
> “Crew morale,” whispered the foxes at the Ministry meetings, “sailors’
> superstitions. Mirrors at high midnight. We know, don’t we?”
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>             The officers’ latrines, by contrast, are done in red velvet.
> The decor is 1930s Safety Manual. That is, all over the walls,
> photograffiti, are pictures of Horrible Disasters in German Naval History.
> Collisions, magazine explosions, U-boat sinkings, just the thing if you’re
> an officer trying to take a shit. The Foxes have been busy. Commanding
> officers get whole suites, private shower or sunken bathtub...
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