the danger of respect

I think there is a widespread habit of reading things that people said "benevolently", especially if the person in question is famous or respected. When a sentence starts with "What I think s/he REALLY meant is...", I go "uh-oh" inwardly. The classic case as far as I am concerned is John Lennon's song "Imagine", a song which postulates a dreadful and intolerable situation - no possessions (what, not even my stuffed toys?), nothing worth dying for, nothing that is loved enough to matter. I simply can't tell you how often I heard this song justified with: "I think that what he REALLY meant was..." peace on Earth, goodwill to all men, and so on. No: you can only go by the actual words he used, and the words he used describe a lifeless, spiritually dead world. The point is however that Lennon, a clever musician, placed music to those words which has such a pleading and convincing power that we are lulled into ignoring what they actually say. We become convinced that he cannot really have said things as dreadful as he did. But this only means that he cleverly got us to do his dirty work for him, to be, in a sense, his accomplices. (I will add that Lennon was a notoriously troubled person and that there is some excuse for his terrible beliefs in his rather sad personal life.)

Many of the people who get the same treatment have been attacked, even eviscerated, by such writers as Paul Johnson; but there is at least one who, as far as I am concerned, still gets away with intellectual murder. I mean Samuel Langhorne Clements. Mark Twain may have been the first truly great American writer and a really funny man, but he was also a fundamentally unpleasant misanthrope and a very provincial spirit, judging everything by what he knew (and hated) of the Missouri small towns of his childhood. Many of his witticisms amount to a desire that the human race should not exist. ("Such is the human race. Sometimes it seems a downright pity that Noah did not miss that boat.") And many more amount to a narrow-minded, ignorant judging of the whole universe as being nothing more than Small Town USA. I had something to say about that here: http://fpb.livejournal.com/406368.html

Can I send these guys a really really NASTY virus, huh, Daddy? Can I? Can I?

Right, let's start with the good news. Yesterday I found, among various CDs of giveaway software I had acquired over the years, one dated not too far back (July 2009) and including a free full version of a little-known antivirus, VIPRE. I loaded it, hoping that the nuisance malware that was haunting my computer (and incidentally making me unable to access any antivirus download site) were not too new for it. Well, it took several hours, but by this morning the malware was largely defeated and no longer interfered wth my accessing security sites.

Among the detritus that I managed to keep during the forced move there are a few hard drives from previous computers, which I had unwisely stripped of their data. They were not, however, formatted, and I found a CD that claimed to have a full file-recovering program. So I hooked up the old HDs and placed the software CD in my CD port, and figured out how it worked. And it worked like a charm.

It delivered over four gigabytes of deleted data - in the shape of dozens of proprietary files. And then it informed me that I had to pay forty pounds to the magazine that originally published it, to be able to convert the proprietary files into their original, readable format.