Feake Hills, Crooked Waters - The Complicated Issue
Open in browser The World Beneath the WorldThe lesson is always the same: when we don’t understand, we often react badly. At some level, we know that about ourselves. So we’re even more driven to understand, even when the “understanding” might be less anchored to the universe than might be hoped. It could have persisted for a thousand generations, saving individuals from lions real and imagined, then maybe from other dangers, until finally until it came into play to suggest, just as strongly, and just as irresistibly, that the hidden operations of mysterious, very powerful lions (er, I mean rich and powerful people with banks, secret societies, and mysterious agendas, of course) are what could be in the shadows just beyond certainty. Tales from the ForestMagpie was pleased; she’d been perched near the coffee shop at the college when she’d noticed a large chunk of cookie that had been left behind, discarded. Seeing her opening, she swooped in, grabbed the cookie without stopping, and flew away. Nobody had noticed — or if they had, Magpie thought, they must have agreed that it would have been a shame to let the cookie go to waste. Holding the cookie, she few a short distance into the forest and landed on a handy branch. “What do you have there?” asked Fox, who was sitting under the same tree reading a book. Magpie put the cookie down carefully on the branch, making sure it wouldn’t fall, then told Fox the whole story. “Hmmm, just a minute,” said Fox, and looked through the book. “Ah, there it is,” she said. Then she turned back to Magpie and said “you’re looking particularly lovely today, Magpie. You have the shiniest feathers, and your talons look stronger than anything.” “What on earth are you talking about, Fox?” said Magpie. Fox never talked like that. Fox glanced back at the book, then said “um, it’s a shame such a beautiful bird can’t also talk. No, wait, that can’t be right. Give me one second, Magpie.” Fox reread the page she had open. Magpie nibbled some cookie. Fox closed the book with a snap. “This book is no good,” she said, “I’m giving it back to Beaver.” “What’s the matter?” asked Magpie. “Beaver loaned me this book,” said Fox. “He said it had stories in it about foxes, and they were full of wisdom. Really clever stuff. So I thought I could learn something. There really are stories about foxes, but these foxes must be from Cousin Dodo’s branch of the family. All I’ve learned is to give the book back.” “Can I see some of the stories?” asked Magpie. She grabbed her cookie and landed next to Fox. “Here, have half of this cookie, Fox. It’s pretty good.” “Thanks,” said Fox. “Here, look at the table of contents. The book is full of really short stories, and in lots of them one of the characters is a fox. This is the one I was looking at; it’s about a fox and a crow, and the fox character tries flattering the crow.” Magpie read through the brief story. “Ha,” she said, “you’re right, those characters are acting silly. The fox wants to steal the crow’s piece of cheese, so he convinces the crow to open his beak and drop it. Crows are a lot smarter than that.” “So are most of us foxes,” said Fox, taking a nibble of the cookie. “Thanks for the cookie, Magpie; it’s good. Anyway, if you want to get someone to talk, why would you start with all that flattery nonsense? I should think simply saying ‘hello, how are you’ would be a better idea.” Magpie scanned through a few of the other stories. None of them were even a whole page long. “All the characters are silly,” she said. “What is this book?” “I dunno,” said Fox. “Beaver seemed to think I’d like it because of the foxes.” “Hmmm,” said Magpie, “I notice there don’t seem to be any stories about beavers in here. I bet Beaver didn’t even read it — just noticed that foxes are mentioned in the list in the front.” “I’ll ask him,” said Fox. “I’m taking the book back anyway. Maybe he’ll have a better one I can borrow.” “I’ll come too,” said Magpie, “this could be interesting.” Fox and Magpie found Beaver working on his dam. “Beaver,” said Fox, “did you read this book before you loaned it to me?” “As a matter of fact I didn’t,” said Beaver. “I just looked at the table of contents and noticed all the foxes.” “None of those foxes are clever,” said Fox. “There really isn’t any wisdom in here, Beaver.” “Oh,” said Beaver, “sorry, Fox. That writer is supposed to have a lot of smart things to say.” “I think,” said Magpie, “that they’re only smart things if you’re not very smart yourself.” “Not only that,” said Fox, “but everybody around you has to be kind of silly too.” “Let me have a look,” said Beaver. Fox handed over the book, and Beaver opened it to a random page. “I see what you mean,” he said after a moment. “Here’s one about a dog who thinks a reflection in some water is another dog. No real dog would do that; reflections don’t have a scent. I’ll put the writer on my list of dodos.” “Who IS the writer?” asked Magpie. “Maybe I’ve heard the name over at the college.” “It’s a weird name,” said Beaver. “It’s either ‘ee-sop’ or ‘ay-sop’; it’s spelled so you can’t be sure.” “I’ll listen out for both of them,” said Magpie. “In the meantime,” said Beaver, “I’ll just put this book in my ‘no good’ pile. Do you want to borrow a different one, Fox?” “Sure,” said Fox. “I don’t mind if it has foxes in it, as long as they’re smart foxes.” “Come on in,” said Beaver, “and we’ll have a look in my library.” “I’m heading over to the college,” said Magpie, “Maybe I’ll hear about more writers, or maybe I’ll find another cookie. Either way, I’ll let you know.” “Thanks again for the cookie,” said Fox as Magpie flapped away. PhotographyThere is a certain point of view represented in picture postcards. This scene from Vernonnet, France, is carefully framed, well lit, reasonably well composed, and has a lovely color gamut. But there’s something shallow about it. It’s not really a picture postcard; I made the image myself (iPhone), and I was trying for a “postcard” sort of image. I think I managed it, but I’m left unmoved by the result. I’m not entirely sure why. I will never understand photography. Word of the Day“Though not a cow I have horns; Though not an ass I carry a pack-saddle; And wherever I go I leave silver behind me.”
Etymology is no help here; nobody knows where “hodmandod” came from. It might be related to “dod”, but that’s just as obsolete as the first word, and its origin is also a complete mystery. It was probably a word from a local dialect that became more widely used a few centuries ago. And actually it’s not completely obsolete. Although it hasn’t been in widespread use since the 1800s, reportedly it can still be heard in at least on dialect around Norfolk, England. There’s a similar-sounding word that used to be confused with hodmandod: “dudman”. But they’re not at all related; a “dudman” was a scarecrow — “duds” is fading out, but is still an obscure term for clothing. Because you’d only use your old, ragged clothing for a scarecrow, “duds” came to mean tattered, useless clothes, and that’s where the figurative sense of “dud” came from: something that’s of no use or does not work. But back to hodmandod. If you haven’t guessed at this point — and the riddle is really the only decent clue; there’s nothing in the sound or derivation of “hodmandod” to suggest its meaning — a “hodmandod” is a snail. If you liked this issue of Feake Hills, Crooked Waters, please share it! |
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