A Closer View Of Cobb Hall From the Wide Plaza In Front of Both the Bookstore and the Hospital.
“But when he walks across the street to the class, …. “(U.Chicago Cont.Next)
University of Chicago, Chicago, IL.
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The Small Sidewalk Under the Tree Goes Between Another Building and Cobb Hall Seen At Right. As Stated in a Previous Caption, this Sidewalk Leads to the Central Quad. On His Return Trip(s) From The Bookstore, Phaedrus Most Likely Would Have Used This Sidewalk, Via the Quad, To the Front Entrance Of Cobb Hall
“ … [But when he walks across the street to the class,] the face follows about twenty paces behind. Something is up.(U.Chicago Cont.Next)“
University of Chicago, Chicago, IL. Cobb Hall is indeed “across the street“ from the U. Chicago Bookstore. It is the part of the building seen at the right in this photo.
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Stairway Doors Leading To Classrooms of Cobb Hall.
“[Something is up.] Phædrus enters the classroom and waits. Soon, there comes the student again, back into the room after all these weeks. He can’t expect to get credit now. The student looks at Phædrus with a half-smile. He’s smiling at something, all right. .. At the doorway there are some footsteps, and then Phædrus suddenly knows—and his legs turn rubbery and his hands start to shake. Smiling benignly in the doorway, stands none other than the Chairman for the Committee on Analysis of Ideas and Study of Methods at the University of Chicago. He is taking over the class. . .. This is it. This is where they throw Phædrus out the front door.“
University of Chicago, Chicago, IL.
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Here Try To Visualize Phaedrus With “His Hand, Palm Flat Out, Elbow On the Table.“
[The Narrator, in three pages introduces us to the Chairman:] “Courtly, grand, with imperial magnanimity …., lays his coat down carefully, takes a chair on the opposite side of the large round table, sits, and then brings out an old pipe and stuffs it for what must be nearly a half a minute. … studies faces with a smiling hypnotic gaze, sensing the mood, but feeling it is not just right“ [We hear how Phaedrus thinks the Chairman’s will get rid of him and how this will be done in the context of the] “finest in all the Dialogues of Plato“ [The Chairman, with reference to Phaedrus, will be “ … baiting him a little, provoking him to attack.“. [Phaedrus, who has practically memorized the Dialog, suddenly realizes how Socrates ’s questions (written by Plato) serve only to discredit the Sophists. The Narrator finishes with:] “ … the Chairman has completely bypassed Socrates’ description of the One and has jumped ahead to the allegory of the chariot and the horses. .... .. TRAP! He’s using the dialogue to prove the holiness of reason! Once that’s established he can move down into enquiries of what reason is, and then, lo and behold, there we are in Aristotle’s domain again! .. Phædrus raises his hand, palm flat out, elbow on the table. Where before this hand was shaking, it is now deadly calm. Phædrus senses that he now is formally signing his own death warrant here, but knows he will sign another kind of death warrant if he takes his hand down.“(U.Chicago Cont.Next)
University of Chicago, Chicago, IL.
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Phaedrus, Walking To His Apartment, Might Have Followed This Street.
[The deadly contest, with score card provided, between Phaedrus and the Chairman is told in two pages. Phaedrus wins, but as the class departs, he realizes he has no future in Chicago:] “Nothing friendly has been said or even hinted at and much hostility has been shown. .. Phædrus the wolf. It fits. Walking back to his apartment with light steps he sees it fits more and more. He wouldn’t be happy if they were overjoyed with the thesis. Hostility is really his element. It really is. Phædrus the wolf, yes, down from the mountains to prey upon the poor innocent citizens of this intellectual community. It fits all right.“(U.Chicago Cont.Next)
University of Chicago, Chicago, IL.
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Bond Chapel and Secluded Garden With Benches. View From Front of U C’s Cobb Hall Looking Southeast.
“The Church of Reason, like all institutions of the System, is based not on individual strength but upon individual weakness. What’s really demanded in the Church of Reason is not ability, but inability. Then you are considered teachable. A truly able person is always a threat. Phædrus sees that he has thrown away a chance to integrate himself into the organization by submitting to whatever Aristotelian thing he is supposed to submit to. But that kind of opportunity seems hardly worth the bowing and scraping and intellectual prostration necessary to maintain it. It is a low-quality form of life. .. For him Quality is better seen up at the timberline than here obscured by smoky windows and oceans of words, …. “(U.Chicago Cont.Next)
University of Chicago, Chicago, IL. The Medieval Church Founded the First Universities. This is the reason many Universities, including the University of Chicago 1200 years later, preserve the tradition of Churchlike Gothic Buildings. This tradition is mirrored in this Chapel and other U of C building exteriors as shown in my photos. However, as my photos show, with one exception, there is nothing but 20th Century “smooth efficiency” in the interiors of these buildings. .
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Gothic Archway Into a Service Area of the U of C’s Hospital Complex.
[In the previous two pages, the Narrator put closure on Phaedrus’s last days at U. Chicago and what is happened with his University of Illinois, Rhetoric classed at the Navy Pier. We are told how Phaedrus gets less and less sleep. His mind gets slower and slower.] “The city closes in on him now, and in his strange perspective it becomes the antithesis of what he believes. The citadel not of Quality, the citadel of form and substance. Substance in the form of steel sheets and girders, substance in the form of concrete piers and roads, in the form of brick, of asphalt, of auto parts, old radios, and rails, dead carcasses of animals that once grazed the prairies. Form and substance without Quality. That is the soul of this place. Blind, huge, sinister and inhuman: seen by the light of fire flaring upward in the night from the blast furnaces in the south, through heavy coal smoke deeper and denser into …. “(U.Chicago Cont.Next)
University of Chicago, Chicago, IL. As mentioned in an earlier caption (photo 0081), these ribbed and vaulted high-gothic arches declare the Medieval Church Academic Origins of The University of Chicago! Above this arch are the Sheltered Platforms for the Saints, shown previously.
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Chaos Illustrated.
“ … [Blind, huge, sinister and inhuman: seen by the light of fire flaring upward in the night from the blast furnaces in the south, through heavy coal smoke deeper and denser into] the neon of BEER and PIZZA and LAUNDROMAT signs and unknown and meaningless signs along meaningless straight streets going off into other straight streets forever.“(U.Chicago Cont.Next)
University of Chicago, Chicago, IL.
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The U of C Henry Hinds Laboratory: Concrete, Bricks, and Dead Ivy Dominate the Façade.
“If it was all bricks and concrete, pure forms of substance, clearly and openly, he might survive. It is the little, pathetic attempts at Quality that kill. “(U.Chicago Cont.Next)
University of Chicago, Chicago, IL.
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The Narrator Tells Us What Hides Behind These Brick Walls. Of Course He Is Contrasting What Is Lost In Comparison To the Wild Wide Open Places of This Country He Knows So Well!
“[It is the little, pathetic attempts at Quality that kill.] The plaster false fireplace in the apartment, shaped and waiting to contain a flame that can never exist. Or the hedge in front of the apartment building with a few square feet of grass behind it. A few square feet of grass, after Montana. If they just left out the hedge and grass it would be all right. Now it serves only to draw attention to what has been lost.“(U.Chicago Cont.Next)
University of Chicago, Chicago, IL. From the Narrator's Chicago apartment building’s experience, he surely knew very well what the tiny strips of grass looked like, and what was inside many of these apartments. I experienced the very things described in the ZMM passage above, when I was a student in the old congested inner-city apartment areas of Cleveland, OH (1955 - 1964).
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Phaedrus Can Only See Twisted Souls Here.
“Along the streets that lead away from the apartment he can never see anything through the concrete and brick and neon but he knows that buried within it are grotesque, twisted souls forever trying the manners that will convince themselves they possess Quality, learning strange poses of style and glamour vended by dream magazines and other mass media, and paid for by the vendors of substance. … and the truth creeps in, the only truth that exists here, crying to heaven, God, there is nothing here but dead neon and cement and brick.“(Cont.Next)
University of Chicago, Chicago, IL.
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Symbolic Coastal Fog Hangs Over the California Coast. The Impenetrable Unknown Lies Beyond.
[All is lost! Phaedrus “time consciousness begins to go“. His mind either uncontrollably races or stagnates. Sleep dwindles to zero. Decisions become impossible. On a street corner he blanks out. We learn, in two pages how Phaedrus reaches his end. The Narrator finishes this section with:] “ A fragment comes and lingers from an old Christian hymn, "You’ve got to cross that lonesome valley." It carries him forward. "You’ve got to cross it by yourself." It seems a Western hymn that belongs out in Montana. .. "No one else can cross it for you," it says. It seems to suggest something beyond. "You’ve got to cross it by yourself." .. He crosses a lonesome valley, out of the mythos, and emerges as if from a dream, seeing that his whole consciousness, the mythos, has been a dream and no one’s dream but his own, a dream he must now sustain of his own efforts. Then even "he" disappears and only the dream of himself remains with himself in it.“(Cont.Next)
Old Costal Road 3 mi South of Klamath, CA. Note well: Whether we realize it or not, these last two sentences describing Phadrus’ plight, are what is true for all of us … exactly! This “dream” is all we have! And, push come to shove, we each must sustain it by our own efforts. We have no other choice.
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While Riding In the Dark of Night and In the Cold Rain, the Narrator Tells Us How Phaedrus Comes To His End.
“And the Quality, the areté he has fought so hard for, has sacrificed for, has never betrayed, but in all that time has never once understood, now makes itself clear to him and his soul is at rest.“
Weott, CA. Is this Insanity? Any person who subjects their body to overwhelming stress, equal that of Phaedrus, may expect disastrous results! We are simply not built to handle this degree of emotional stress. The Narrator describes Phaedrus's over work, lack of sleep, zero attention to health, food etc. But there are additional factors that hasten “stall out” and "break down". Consider a person who is additionally subjected to conditions where: 1) progress to resolve compounding problems is hopeless, or 2) escape from life threatening circumstances, is completely and utterly blocked. Then add 3) Circumstances where these conditions go on for a long time, and despite heroic efforts from all angles, there is no escape. We have seen similar results in what happens to a person in the conditions called “Extreme Battle Fatigue” There may be peculiar behavior, but at some point the person’s body protective mechanisms will shut down “all“ activity! Complete stall out will occur, irrespective of what the person may want (or have) to do! If this has already happened, it is more likely to happen again! Most especially, when there has been insufficient time to “repair” after a first incidence. I believe this what has happened and what is happening to the Narrator (and Chris to a lesser degree) as they travel this California coast. To a limited degree, I speak from personal experience.
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Why Doesn’t the Narrator Get Off the Road?
[The exhausted Narrator has finished his story of what happened to Phaedrus in Chicago. The bleak Chicago situation mirrors his chilled and grim Coastal California travel with Chris. They press ever onward into the rain and black of night:] “The cars are thinned out to almost none, and the road is so black it seems as though the headlight can barely fight its way through the rain to reach it. Murderous. Anything can happen—a sudden rut, an oil slick, a dead animal.—But if you go too slow they’ll kill you from behind. I don’t know why we still go on in this. We should have stopped long ago. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I was looking for some sign of a motel, I guess, but not thinking about it and missing them. If we keep on like this they’ll all close.“(Cont.Next)
Three mi East of Ferndale, CA.
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This Intersection , and the Exit Road From the Freeway To This Point, Best Fit the Narrator’s Sequence of Passages
“We take the next exit from the freeway, hoping it will lead somewhere, and soon are on bumpy blacktop with ruts and loose gravel. I go slowly. Streetlamps overhead throw swinging arcs of sodium light through the sheets of rain. We pass from light into shadow into light into shadow again without a single sign of welcome anywhere. A sign announces "STOP" to our left, but does not tell which way to turn. One way looks as dark as the other. We could go endlessly through these streets and not find anything, and now not even find the freeway again. .. "Where are we?" Chris shouts. .. "I don’t know." My mind has become tired and slow. I can’t seem to think of the right answer—or what to do next. .. Now I see ahead a white glow and bright sign of a filling station far down the street.“(Cont.Next)
Stop sign, Business District, Fortuna,CA. After considerable search I conclude the following: Of all the towns in this area of California, this stop sign, this road, and the road from the Freeway into this town, best fit the Narrators’ overall descriptions. For this and several later photos, I’m sorry not to be able to always show photos appropriate for the Narrator’s passages describing driving at dark and in the rain.
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As Was the Case of the Narrator, I Also Could not Find Any Motels or Hotels In This Town, Even After An Extensive Search.
“[a bright sign of a filling station far down the street.] .. It’s open. We pull up and go inside. The attendant, who looks Chris’s age, watches us strangely. He doesn’t know of any motel. I go to the telephone directory, find some and tell him the street addresses, and he tries to give directions but they’re poor. I call the motel he says is closest, make a reservation and confirm the directions. .. In the rain and the dark streets, …. “(Cont.Next)
Stop sign, Business District, Fortuna, CA. Here, the Narrator departs from his normal practice of giving the town name of the filling station or the motel. As we have seen before, he often does this when the scenes reported seem to be particularly disagreeable to him. My statement above about “no motels” seems extreme and therefore possibly in error. Can someone please help here?
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This Is the One Older Hotel I Was Able To Find Reasonably Close To Fortuna, CA. . Although It Nicely Fits the Clue “Remnant …. of the Thirties“, It Clearly Is (In Its Present Form) a Much Nicer Place.
“…. [In the rain and the dark streets,] even with directions, we almost miss it. They have turned the light out, and when I register nothing is said. .. The room is a remnant of the bleakness of the thirties, sordid, homemade by a person who didn’t know carpentry, but it’s dry and has a heater and beds and that’s all we want. I turn on the heater and we sit before it and soon the chills and shivers and damp start to leave our bones.“ “(Cont.Next)
Redcrest, CA. Note how the bleak condition of the motel (and even it’s shoddy construction) reflect and amplify both the Narrator and Chris’s bleak physical travel circumstance and even more bleak memories of Chicago.
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The Redcrest Resort Is the One 1968 Era Motel I Was Able To Find. Its Location Approximately Fits ZMM Passages, But Is About 25 Miles South of My Photos of the Gas Station
[After a Long Troubling Conversation With Chris The Narrator, asks:] “ "Was it better before we left Chicago?" .. "Yes." .. "How? What do you remember?" .. "That was fun." .. "Fun?" .. "Yes," he says, and is quiet. Then he says, "Remember the time we went to look for beds?" .. "That was fun? " .. "Sure," he says, and is quiet for a long time. Then he says, "Don’t you remember? You made me find all the directions home.—You used to play games with us. You used to tell us all kinds of stories and we’d go on rides to do things and now you don’t do anything." .. "Yes, I do." .. "No, you don’t! You just sit and stare and you don’t do anything!" I hear him crying again.“(Cont.Next)
Redcrest, CA.
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