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I am struck by the similarity of President Snow’s analogy to Menenius’ fable of the belly in Shakespeare’s Coriolanus. In Act I Scene I Menenius comes across two mutinous citizens who are complaining about the taxes on grain imposed by Rome. In reply Menenius says:

“There was a time when all the body’s members
Rebell’d against the belly, thus accused it:
That only like a gulf it did remain
I’ the midst o’ the body, idle and unactive,
Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing
Like labour with the rest…”

“…[The belly] thus answer’d:
‘True is it, my incorporate friends,’ quoth he,
‘That I receive the general food at first,
Which you do live upon; and fit it is,
Because I am the store-house and the shop
Of the whole body: but, if you do remember,
I send it through the rivers of your blood…”

“…Though all at once cannot
See what I do deliver out to each,
Yet I can make my audit up, that all
From me do back receive the flour of all,”

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Variable and Full of Perturbation (Orphan Black S02E08)- some thoughts.

In this episode we are introduced to a new naïve clone- Tony Sawicki, who has a message for Beth and who happens to be a trans man. I’d heard Tatiana Maslany and Jordan Gavaris mention in an interview a while back the possibility of introducing a transgender clone, and thought that if any show would do a trans character well, it would be this one. However, while there were many great things about the way Tony’s character was presented, there were a few problems, too. And because I love this show so much the problems were bumming me out so… queue writing therapy!

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Flash Fiction: Tuxedo No. 2

Written for the terribleminds.com flash fiction challenge the cocktail is your title.

Eliza’s lovers would often ask her about the other tuxedo. Not the one in midnight black that she wore on most of her engagements, but the second one. The one that hung in the cupboard and could sometimes be glimpsed around the lines of her figure as she went to select an outfit after bathing. Some would candidly admit that they didn’t understand why a woman would own one tuxedo, let alone two. Those she rarely invited back.

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