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When you begin to fear that, in having chosen your career path you may have ‘sold your soul to the devil’ , how literally true might your suspicions be?

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When you begin to fear that, in having chosen your career path you may have ‘sold your soul to the devil’ , how literally true might your suspicions be?

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THE DAMNATION OF FIST - A Tragedy -

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“Society not only sanctions gross and unfair relations among men, but encourages them... rivalry, competition, envy, jealousy, all that is malignant in human character is nourished by the system. Possessions, money, property – on such corrupt standards as these do you measure happiness and success.” Philip Roth

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This is how the world presents itself to us and it seems that we have no alternative but to accept all the underlying standards, beliefs and prejudices amongst which we find ourselves living our day-to-day life. We think that we differ in certain attitudes, in certain beliefs, but this is the veritable splitting of the hair. We are content to wear clothes designed for people in general; to have interests shared by people in general; to read newspapers written for people in general; to hold opinions about people in general; to seek to fulfil general ambitions amid the competition of people in general: in every detail of our lives we fail to separate ourselves from the mass. As time goes on, our own individual possibilities become wholly entangled in the impersonal mass of mankind at large, and we accept this as being entirely natural.

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This is how the world presents itself to us and it seems that we have no alternative but to accept all the underlying standards, beliefs and prejudices amongst which we find ourselves living our day-to-day life. We think that we differ in certain attitudes, in certain beliefs, but this is the veritable splitting of the hair. We are content to wear clothes designed for people in general; to have interests shared by people in general; to read newspapers written for people in general; to hold opinions about people in general; to seek to fulfil general ambitions amid the competition of people in general: in every detail of our lives we fail to separate ourselves from the mass. As time goes on, our own individual possibilities become wholly entangled in the impersonal mass of mankind at large, and we accept this as being entirely natural.

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This is how the world presents itself to us and it seems that we have no alternative but to accept all the underlying standards, beliefs and prejudices amongst which we find ourselves living our day-to-day life. We think that we differ in certain attitudes, in certain beliefs, but this is the veritable splitting of the hair. We are content to wear clothes designed for people in general; to have interests shared by people in general; to read newspapers written for people in general; to hold opinions about people in general; to seek to fulfil general ambitions amid the competition of people in general : in every detail of our lives we fail to separate ourselves from the mass. As time goes on, our own individual possibilities become wholly entangled in the impersonal mass of mankind at large, and we accept this as being entirely natural.

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This is how the world presents itself to us and it seems that we have no alternative but to accept all the underlying standards, beliefs and prejudices amongst which we find ourselves living our day-to-day life. We think that we differ in certain attitudes, in certain beliefs, but this is the veritable splitting of the hair. We are content to wear clothes designed for people in general; to have interests shared by people in general; to read newspapers written for people in general; to hold opinions about people in general; to seek to fulfil general ambitions amid the competition of people in general: in every detail of our lives we fail to separate ourselves from the mass. As time goes on, our own individual possibilities become wholly entangled in the impersonal mass of mankind at large, and we accept this as being entirely natural.

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This is how the world presents itself to us and it seems that we have no alternative but to accept all the underlying standards, beliefs and prejudices amongst which we find ourselves living our day-to-day life. We think that we differ in certain attitudes, in certain beliefs, but this is the veritable splitting of the hair. We are content to wear clothes designed for people in general; to have interests shared by people in general; to read newspapers written for people in general; to hold opinions about people in general; to seek to fulfil general ambitions amid the competition of people in general: in every detail of our lives we fail to separate ourselves from the mass. As time goes on, our own individual possibilities become wholly entangled in the impersonal mass of mankind at large, and we accept this as being entirely natural.

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This is how the world presents itself to us and it seems that we have no alternative but to accept all the underlying standards, beliefs and prejudices amongst which we find ourselves living our day-to-day life. We think that we differ in certain attitudes, in certain beliefs, but this is the veritable splitting of the hair. We are content to wear clothes designed for people in general; to have interests shared by people in general; to read newspapers written for people in general; to hold opinions about people in general; to seek to fulfil general ambitions amid the competition of people in general: in every detail of our lives we fail to separate ourselves from the mass. As time goes on, our own individual possibilities become wholly entangled in the impersonal mass of mankind at large, and we accept this as being entirely natural. The Damnation of Fist ( with acknowledgement to Martin Heidegger )

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…but… Think about it. You are alive against what odds? Through all time, the near-infinite number of evolutionary and genealogical co-incidences needed to bring you – specifically this person – to physical being! The one in a near infinity chance that the neural sequencing would make this individual you ; would raise your ineffable consciousness out of the eternal abyss of unknowing potential!

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…but… Think about it. You are alive against what odds? Through all time, the near-infinite number of evolutionary and genealogical co-incidences needed to bring you – specifically this person – to physical being! The one in a near infinity chance that the neural sequencing would make this individual you ; would raise your ineffable consciousness out of the eternal abyss of unknowing potential!

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…but… Think about it. You are alive against what odds? Through all time, the near-infinite number of evolutionary and genealogical co-incidences needed to bring you – specifically this person – to physical being! The one in a near infinity chance that the neural sequencing would make this individual you ; would raise your ineffable consciousness out of the eternal abyss of unknowing potential!

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…but… Think about it. You are alive against what odds? Through all time, the near-infinite number of evolutionary and genealogical co-incidences needed to bring you – specifically this person – to physical being! The one in a near infinity chance that the neural sequencing would make this individual you ; would raise your ineffable consciousness out of the eternal abyss of unknowing potential!

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…but… Think about it. You are alive against what odds? Through all time, the near-infinite number of evolutionary and genealogical co-incidences needed to bring you – specifically this person – to physical being! The one in a near infinity chance that the neural sequencing would make this individual you ; would raise your ineffable consciousness out of the eternal abyss of unknowing potential! The Damnation of Fist

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...How many human beings have existed? ten billion? fifty billion? a hundred billion? It might sound a lot but even one hundred billion set against near-infinity squared is the smallest value next to zero! It is so small as to be inconceivable. Yet here you are! How unlikely! How amazing! How truly fantastic! You have won the biggest lottery the universe could ever have devised!

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...How many human beings have existed? ten billion? fifty billion? a hundred billion? It might sound a lot but even one hundred billion set against near-infinity squared is the smallest value next to zero! It is so small as to be inconceivable. Yet here you are! How unlikely! How amazing! How truly fantastic! You have won the biggest lottery the universe could ever have devised!

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...How many human beings have existed? ten billion? fifty billion? a hundred billion? It might sound a lot but even one hundred billion set against near-infinity squared is the smallest value next to zero! It is so small as to be inconceivable. Yet here you are! How unlikely! How amazing! How truly fantastic! You have won the biggest lottery the universe could ever have devised! The Damnation of Fist

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...How many human beings have existed? ten billion? fifty billion? a hundred billion? It might sound a lot but even one hundred billion set against near-infinity squared is the smallest value next to zero! It is so small as to be inconceivable. Yet here you are! How unlikely! How amazing! How truly fantastic! You have won the biggest lottery the universe could ever have devised! The Damnation of Fist

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What, then, do you owe it and your unlikely, miraculous, astonishing, wonderful self in return?

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What, then, do you owe it and your unlikely, miraculous, astonishing, wonderful self in return? Nothing but enslavement to a fiction, to a dream of reality? The Damnation of Fist

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THE DAMNATION OF FIST

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THE DAMNATION OF FIST is the tale of a man of imagination

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…the story of a man who knows the miracle of existence for what it is… The Damnation of Fist

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…the folly of a man who allows himself to be seduced by the fiction

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…the folly of a man who allows himself to be seduced by the fiction and believe its enslavement his empowering freedom... The Damnation of Fist

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…the tragedy of a man damned by the very success he seeks. The Damnation of Fist

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The Damnation of Fist – a Tragedy THE STORY

* the human cliché : 

* the human cliché

* the human cliché : 

* the human cliché "Seat thyself sultanically among the moons of saturn, and take high abstracted man alone; and he seems a wonder, a grandeur, and a woe. But from the same point, take mankind in mass, and for the most part, they seem a mob of unnecessary duplicates, both contemporary and hereditary." Herman Melville

* the human cliché : 

* the human cliché "Seat thyself sultanically among the moons of saturn, and take high abstracted man alone; and he seems a wonder, a grandeur, and a woe. But from the same point, take mankind in mass, and for the most part, they seem a mob of unnecessary duplicates, both contemporary and hereditary." Herman Melville There have been so many millions of people before this particular commentator who have already purloined and clichéd his heartfelt sentiments; billions of human lives gone before which have already consigned the remarkable phenomenon of a self to a dull cliché. Indeed, I have now become the clichéd forty-something year old, wondering what on earth has happened. Where is that teenager whom I never consciously stopped being? He whom I am sometimes transported to momentarily share the very instant of his being, through a dream, or the strains of long-unheard music, or the familiarity of a forgotten fragrance (madeleines were never commonly available in my neck of the woods but I believe the principle is the same). It is only the years hanging heavily upon us, wound around our bodies like Old Marley’s chain, that create a difference between the earlier and present us, and we acquired them as naturally and unwittingly as did the old miser his. The Damnation of Fist

* but existence is NOT "a dull cliché"… : 

* but existence is NOT " a dull cliché "…

* but existence is NOT "a dull cliché"… : 

* but existence is NOT " a dull cliché "… Is anyone’s life dull? I don’t think so, not in the actuality, in the experience of it; not to the person living it. A person might protest that the world will find them dreary ― perhaps in their job, in their interests, in their meagre achievements, in their limited circle of friends ― but why is the world the judge? Why should we care what the world thinks? To us, if we pay attention, every living moment, in itself, is bright and sharp and alive. Look around you right now! Do you see?

* but existence is NOT "a dull cliché"… : 

* but existence is NOT " a dull cliché "… Is anyone’s life dull? I don’t think so, not in the actuality, in the experience of it; not to the person living it. A person might protest that the world will find them dreary ― perhaps in their job, in their interests, in their meagre achievements, in their limited circle of friends ― but why is the world the judge? Why should we care what the world thinks? To us, if we pay attention, every living moment, in itself, is bright and sharp and alive. Look around you right now! Do you see?

* but existence is NOT "a dull cliché"… : 

* but existence is NOT " a dull cliché "… Is anyone’s life dull? I don’t think so, not in the actuality, in the experience of it; not to the person living it. A person might protest that the world will find them dreary ― perhaps in their job, in their interests, in their meagre achievements, in their limited circle of friends ― but why is the world the judge? Why should we care what the world thinks? To us, if we pay attention, every living moment, in itself, is bright and sharp and alive. Look around you right now! Do you see? The Damnation of Fist

…YES! It is utterly wondrous… : 

…YES! It is utterly wondrous…

…YES! It is utterly wondrous… : 

…YES! It is utterly wondrous… There is, primordial to everything else we regard as human, something stronger and deeper, an essence that invests the world with something that feels so much like meaning that it must be meaning. The Damnation of Fist

* this story attempts to dispel the cliché : 

* this story attempts to dispel the cliché

* this story attempts to dispel the cliché : 

* this story attempts to dispel the cliché by thinking about the cliché of one life

* this story attempts to dispel the cliché : 

* this story attempts to dispel the cliché Since it can recall, my mind has been utterly beguiled by the miraculous and utterly mystifying fact of its own very existence: Why is there a me ? What is this me? I cannot answer such questions, but I do know that I truly am when I think: ‘Vivere est cogitare’ , said Cicero. Furthermore, thinking persuades the mind that, one day, should it have thought long and hard enough, it might actually hit upon the answer. Like a fiendishly difficult mathematical problem, then, I write down the myriad elements and hope that the puzzle will solve itself. Do I address you then, dear reader, or myself? Well, I cannot very well explain myself to you if I don't understand me, and " know thyself ," was the chief command of the very wellspring of all Classical wisdom. " Language most shows a man ," said Ben Jonson, " speak that I may see thee ." For my own part, I write, I must therefore suppose, that I may see myself. by thinking about the cliché of one life The Damnation of Fist

* …and how humans can think! : 

* …and how humans can think!

* …and how humans can think! : 

* …and how humans can think! It is folly to believe ourselves only that part of our mind knowingly guiding us through the evaluations, occupations and interactions of our daily lives; deciding how to meet, or retreat from, the various challenges which arise. What far deeper impressions captivate us that we can never fully account for nor comprehend but yet are at least as much a part of the tale of our time here on earth as the mundane business of getting the various projects of our life from Point A to Point B? There is the delicious luxury of indolent daydreams, when our mind is cast adrift to float in ardent listlessness through all the sensations and imaginings of the shiftless moment, with no two thoughts needing joining to create the next. What of the arresting and overpowering response to music, when all concern with our everyday routine – our plans and our hopes and our worries – can be instantly and entirely suspended and our minds absorbed into, and indeed become, the very melodies and harmonies themselves? What of the incredible scope of our recollective faculty? Wherein whose vaults reside billions of pieces of information, none of which are we aware until it is required, and then, seemingly magically, we are able to access it with complete immediacy: faces, names that go with faces, street names, place names, titles of books, words to songs, the countless tiny items of general knowledge we absorb and assume as we proceed through life; even the list of topics that might be used to summarise this vast scope of archive material is so long as to be uncompilable.

* …and how humans can think! : 

* …and how humans can think! It is folly to believe ourselves only that part of our mind knowingly guiding us through the evaluations, occupations and interactions of our daily lives; deciding how to meet, or retreat from, the various challenges which arise. What far deeper impressions captivate us that we can never fully account for nor comprehend but yet are at least as much a part of the tale of our time here on earth as the mundane business of getting the various projects of our life from Point A to Point B? There is the delicious luxury of indolent daydreams, when our mind is cast adrift to float in ardent listlessness through all the sensations and imaginings of the shiftless moment, with no two thoughts needing joining to create the next. What of the arresting and overpowering response to music, when all concern with our everyday routine – our plans and our hopes and our worries – can be instantly and entirely suspended and our minds absorbed into, and indeed become, the very melodies and harmonies themselves? What of the incredible scope of our recollective faculty? Wherein whose vaults reside billions of pieces of information, none of which are we aware until it is required, and then, seemingly magically, we are able to access it with complete immediacy: faces, names that go with faces, street names, place names, titles of books, words to songs, the countless tiny items of general knowledge we absorb and assume as we proceed through life; even the list of topics that might be used to summarise this vast scope of archive material is so long as to be uncompilable.

* …and how humans can think! : 

* …and how humans can think! It is folly to believe ourselves only that part of our mind knowingly guiding us through the evaluations, occupations and interactions of our daily lives; deciding how to meet, or retreat from, the various challenges which arise. What far deeper impressions captivate us that we can never fully account for nor comprehend but yet are at least as much a part of the tale of our time here on earth as the mundane business of getting the various projects of our life from Point A to Point B? There is the delicious luxury of indolent daydreams, when our mind is cast adrift to float in ardent listlessness through all the sensations and imaginings of the shiftless moment, with no two thoughts needing joining to create the next. What of the arresting and overpowering response to music, when all concern with our everyday routine – our plans and our hopes and our worries – can be instantly and entirely suspended and our minds absorbed into, and indeed become, the very melodies and harmonies themselves? What of the incredible scope of our recollective faculty? Wherein whose vaults reside billions of pieces of information, none of which are we aware until it is required, and then, seemingly magically, we are able to access it with complete immediacy: faces, names that go with faces, street names, place names, titles of books, words to songs, the countless tiny items of general knowledge we absorb and assume as we proceed through life; even the list of topics that might be used to summarise this vast scope of archive material is so long as to be uncompilable.

* …and how humans can think! : 

* …and how humans can think! It is folly to believe ourselves only that part of our mind knowingly guiding us through the evaluations, occupations and interactions of our daily lives; deciding how to meet, or retreat from, the various challenges which arise. What far deeper impressions captivate us that we can never fully account for nor comprehend but yet are at least as much a part of the tale of our time here on earth as the mundane business of getting the various projects of our life from Point A to Point B? There is the delicious luxury of indolent daydreams, when our mind is cast adrift to float in ardent listlessness through all the sensations and imaginings of the shiftless moment, with no two thoughts needing joining to create the next. What of the arresting and overpowering response to music, when all concern with our everyday routine – our plans and our hopes and our worries – can be instantly and entirely suspended and our minds absorbed into, and indeed become, the very melodies and harmonies themselves? What of the incredible scope of our recollective faculty? Wherein whose vaults reside billions of pieces of information, none of which are we aware until it is required, and then, seemingly magically, we are able to access it with complete immediacy: faces, names that go with faces, street names, place names, titles of books, words to songs, the countless tiny items of general knowledge we absorb and assume as we proceed through life; even the list of topics that might be used to summarise this vast scope of archive material is so long as to be uncompilable. The Damnation of Fist

* …so the story may often meander… : 

* …so the story may often meander…

* …so the story may often meander… : 

* …so the story may often meander… I am finding that Thackeray spoke well when he observed that “ there are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know until he takes up a pen to write ”. The Damnation of Fist

* …so the story may often meander… : 

* …so the story may often meander… I am finding that Thackeray spoke well when he observed that “ there are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know until he takes up a pen to write ”. …is fond of purloining a quotation… "Off I go, rummaging about in books for sayings which please me – not so as to store them up (for I have no storehouse) but so as to carry them back to this book, where they are no more mine than they were in their original place." Michel de Montaigne The Damnation of Fist

* …so the story may often meander… : 

* …so the story may often meander… I am finding that Thackeray spoke well when he observed that “ there are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know until he takes up a pen to write ”. …is fond of purloining a quotation… …even at times a little ‘ Montaignesque ’… "Off I go, rummaging about in books for sayings which please me – not so as to store them up (for I have no storehouse) but so as to carry them back to this book, where they are no more mine than they were in their original place." Michel de Montaigne ‘ Even despotic kings, even the ancient gods, couldn’t always dream the world to their convenience. It’s only children...who feel a wish and its fulfilment as one ’, and it is a brutal lesson to be taught that such a state of affairs simply cannot be sustained (how indeed, Schiller, are we to ‘ keep true the dreams of youth ’?) How dreadful that the child must find himself in such a plight, and realise that the plight isn’t even original; that it has, is and will happen to millions upon millions; that it is so mundane and commonplace it cannot even be considered a tragedy. The Damnation of Fist The Damnation of Fist

* but this story IS a tragedy: 

* but this story IS a tragedy

* but this story IS a tragedy: 

* but this story IS a tragedy "There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart’s desire. The other is to get it.“ George Bernard Shaw

* but this story IS a tragedy: 

* but this story IS a tragedy "There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart’s desire. The other is to get it.“ George Bernard Shaw

* but this story IS a tragedy: 

* but this story IS a tragedy "There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart’s desire. The other is to get it.“ George Bernard Shaw

* but this story IS a tragedy: 

* but this story IS a tragedy I have no idea how the present age would have responded to the fall of such timeless figures as Oedipus or Hamlet had their stories unfolded nowadays, although it is unlikely that the sensitive, sympathetic portrayal of noble dignity in its final adversity would have sold newspapers or attracted viewing figures sufficient for the less fanciful purposes of today’s media. But I have chosen a hero (or in a tale where arguably everything is below the level of tragedy except the passionate egoism of the sufferer, maybe we should call him simply ‘the protagonist’) with whom we can more closely relate: one who does with the success he achieves what we fear we might do: he screws it up. "There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart’s desire. The other is to get it.“ George Bernard Shaw The Damnation of Fist

* but this story IS a tragedy: 

* but this story IS a tragedy I have no idea how the present age would have responded to the fall of such timeless figures as Oedipus or Hamlet had their stories unfolded nowadays, although it is unlikely that the sensitive, sympathetic portrayal of noble dignity in its final adversity would have sold newspapers or attracted viewing figures sufficient for the less fanciful purposes of today’s media. But I have chosen a hero (or in a tale where arguably everything is below the level of tragedy except the passionate egoism of the sufferer, maybe we should call him simply ‘the protagonist’) with whom we can more closely relate: one who does with the success he achieves what we fear we might do: he screws it up. "There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart’s desire. The other is to get it.“ George Bernard Shaw John [ our hero or protagonist) ] is, I assure you, fundamentally a good man with a fundamentally good heart. However, as with us all, the operation of the human world upon him and his need to function in that world – so vast and impersonal that it takes barely any account at all of us as the astounding phenomenon of a sapient individual being – must deeply affect his psychology. Furthermore, whilst he will retain every intention to do what is right, the line between right and wrong can become hopelessly blurred in a society geared towards status self-advancement; indeed in many places it is deliberately not drawn at all (if this tale is a tragedy and this is John’s hamartia , then it may be so with many of us) The Damnation of Fist

* but this story IS a tragedy: 

* but this story IS a tragedy I have no idea how the present age would have responded to the fall of such timeless figures as Oedipus or Hamlet had their stories unfolded nowadays, although it is unlikely that the sensitive, sympathetic portrayal of noble dignity in its final adversity would have sold newspapers or attracted viewing figures sufficient for the less fanciful purposes of today’s media. But I have chosen a hero (or in a tale where arguably everything is below the level of tragedy except the passionate egoism of the sufferer, maybe we should call him simply ‘the protagonist’) with whom we can more closely relate: one who does with the success he achieves what we fear we might do: he screws it up. "There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart’s desire. The other is to get it.“ George Bernard Shaw John [ our hero or protagonist) ] is, I assure you, fundamentally a good man with a fundamentally good heart. However, as with us all, the operation of the human world upon him and his need to function in that world – so vast and impersonal that it takes barely any account at all of us as the astounding phenomenon of a sapient individual being – must deeply affect his psychology. Furthermore, whilst he will retain every intention to do what is right, the line between right and wrong can become hopelessly blurred in a society geared towards status self-advancement; indeed in many places it is deliberately not drawn at all (if this tale is a tragedy and this is John’s hamartia , then it may be so with many of us) The Damnation of Fist

* but this story IS a tragedy: 

* but this story IS a tragedy I have no idea how the present age would have responded to the fall of such timeless figures as Oedipus or Hamlet had their stories unfolded nowadays, although it is unlikely that the sensitive, sympathetic portrayal of noble dignity in its final adversity would have sold newspapers or attracted viewing figures sufficient for the less fanciful purposes of today’s media. But I have chosen a hero (or in a tale where arguably everything is below the level of tragedy except the passionate egoism of the sufferer, maybe we should call him simply ‘the protagonist’) with whom we can more closely relate: one who does with the success he achieves what we fear we might do: he screws it up. "There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart’s desire. The other is to get it.“ George Bernard Shaw John [ our hero or protagonist) ] is, I assure you, fundamentally a good man with a fundamentally good heart. However, as with us all, the operation of the human world upon him and his need to function in that world – so vast and impersonal that it takes barely any account at all of us as the astounding phenomenon of a sapient individual being – must deeply affect his psychology. Furthermore, whilst he will retain every intention to do what is right, the line between right and wrong can become hopelessly blurred in a society geared towards status self-advancement. Indeed in many places it is deliberately not drawn at all (if this tale is a tragedy and this is John’s hamartia , then it may be so with many of us) The Damnation of Fist The Damnation of Fist

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THE DAMNATION OF FIST - A Tragedy -

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THE DAMNATION OF FIST - A Tragedy - by Andy Meehan