A land ruled by beasts, and by the men who empower them
beasts in human form (see the previous entry
) are not punished, not isolated from society, and certainly not killed, but allowed to move about at liberty looking for more victims, has reverted to what it was before Arthur came
For many a petty king ere Arthur came
Ruled in this isle, and ever waging war
Each upon other, wasted all the land;
And still from time to time the heathen host
Swarmed overseas, and harried what was left.
And so there grew great tracts of wilderness,
Wherein the beast was ever more and more,
But man was less and less, till Arthur came.
For first Aurelius lived and fought and died,
And after him King Uther fought and died,
But either failed to make the kingdom one.
And after these King Arthur for a space,
And through the puissance of his Table Round,
Drew all their petty princedoms under him,
Their king and head, and made a realm, and reigned.
And thus the land of Cameliard was waste,
Thick with wet woods, and many a beast therein,
And none or few to scare or chase the beast;
So that wild dog, and wolf and boar and bear
Came night and day, and rooted in the fields,
And wallowed in the gardens of the King.
And ever and anon the wolf would steal
The children and devour, but now and then,
Her own brood lost or dead, lent her fierce teat
To human sucklings; and the children, housed
In her foul den, there at their meat would growl,
And mock their foster-mother on four feet,
Till, straightened, they grew up to wolf-like men,
Worse than the wolves.
But Britain today is worse, more evil, than Tennyson’s Britain before Arthur, because now the authorities are on the side of the beasts, the authorities have deliberately imported, fed, and unleashed the beasts.
Posted by Lawrence Auster at January 13, 2010 12:45 PM | Send