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Speaking Tudor - Hugh
(Recap) Amazing News! Modern science has developed the ability to bring people from the past to our time. It's a huge secret, of course, but I have discovered the method and brought four characters from HER HIGHNESS' FIRST MURDER to 2010. In the coming weeks, you'll hear what they have to say about our time, their time, the best of times, and the worst of times.
Hugh Bellows here. I serve His Majesty, Henry Eight, and I will say from the start that your time is not for me. Folk today are soft and there is no clear sense of right and wrong. At the risk of offending, I will explain. At least a man is free to speak his mind in 2010 and will not be branded for it.
You have made an industry of dealing with criminals: police forces, attorneys, judges, courts, parole officers, bailbondsmen, social workers, and many more. Even your entertainment device, the t-and-v, is besotted with why criminals do what they do and what happens to them "in the system". You watch a killer do terrible things and applaud his cleverness even as you look forward to his arrest. And then what? Often they are locked away, which is good, but why are they not put to death in some public event, to serve as an example for others?
I believe that this fascination with crime began with the making and selling of books. Before men could read, they listened to their sovereign, who told them what the law would be. When books and papers and such became plentiful throughout the land, men began to think they could decide for themselves what a law should be. Now the law is a stew of all men's views and opinions, and as such, its purpose is blunted.
I say let your leader, the one you call President, say who will live and who will die. He will make mistakes, to be sure, but many men make many mistakes, or fail to act altogether. Which is worse?
Hugh Bellows here. I serve His Majesty, Henry Eight, and I will say from the start that your time is not for me. Folk today are soft and there is no clear sense of right and wrong. At the risk of offending, I will explain. At least a man is free to speak his mind in 2010 and will not be branded for it.
You have made an industry of dealing with criminals: police forces, attorneys, judges, courts, parole officers, bailbondsmen, social workers, and many more. Even your entertainment device, the t-and-v, is besotted with why criminals do what they do and what happens to them "in the system". You watch a killer do terrible things and applaud his cleverness even as you look forward to his arrest. And then what? Often they are locked away, which is good, but why are they not put to death in some public event, to serve as an example for others?
I believe that this fascination with crime began with the making and selling of books. Before men could read, they listened to their sovereign, who told them what the law would be. When books and papers and such became plentiful throughout the land, men began to think they could decide for themselves what a law should be. Now the law is a stew of all men's views and opinions, and as such, its purpose is blunted.
I say let your leader, the one you call President, say who will live and who will die. He will make mistakes, to be sure, but many men make many mistakes, or fail to act altogether. Which is worse?
Speaking Tudor - Hugh - 1-27-2010
Hugh, a visitor from 1537 and a character in HER HIGHNESS FIRST MURDER:
I am a simple man, and to me simple things hold the most interest. There is something in your time that I like very much, and that is your clothing.
Now I must say that it is not as fine-looking as my Welsh Guard uniform, which
has a grand and jaunty flair, but for comfort, your clothes are best.
Nothing I have found here scratches the skin the way woolens do, and most
things keep their color and shape, though you have a very mania for washing
them. I felt quite naked for a while without a proper hat, but Peg found
me something acceptable in dark blue with a gold-colored "M" emblazoned on it.
I find it odd that there are no laws about what a person may wear. I suppose your commoners are glad to be allowed to choose the colors and fabrics they like, but it
is difficult to tell who is noble and who is common among you.
Finally, boots. I have never worn boots that fit my feet so well, right from the first day. Those I was given are actually cut to fit a right or left foot, and this had to be pointed out to me so I did not confuse them. Once I understood the concept, it makes perfect sense, and I wonder why we did not think of it.
All in all, I like the garb of two thousand and ten, although I would not mind a bit more decoration for my own gender. Have you forgotten that it is the male of the species who is supposed to strut and preen and call attention to himself?
I am a simple man, and to me simple things hold the most interest. There is something in your time that I like very much, and that is your clothing.
Now I must say that it is not as fine-looking as my Welsh Guard uniform, which
has a grand and jaunty flair, but for comfort, your clothes are best.
Nothing I have found here scratches the skin the way woolens do, and most
things keep their color and shape, though you have a very mania for washing
them. I felt quite naked for a while without a proper hat, but Peg found
me something acceptable in dark blue with a gold-colored "M" emblazoned on it.
I find it odd that there are no laws about what a person may wear. I suppose your commoners are glad to be allowed to choose the colors and fabrics they like, but it
is difficult to tell who is noble and who is common among you.
Finally, boots. I have never worn boots that fit my feet so well, right from the first day. Those I was given are actually cut to fit a right or left foot, and this had to be pointed out to me so I did not confuse them. Once I understood the concept, it makes perfect sense, and I wonder why we did not think of it.
All in all, I like the garb of two thousand and ten, although I would not mind a bit more decoration for my own gender. Have you forgotten that it is the male of the species who is supposed to strut and preen and call attention to himself?
