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Dear Dr. Boli: Last night there was a terrific bar fight at the Tyrol, and it all started because the bartender wrote “whiskey” instead of “whisky” on the blackboard. So which spelling is correct? I’d really like to know by the time I get my cast off, because I’ll probably go back to the Tyrol to celebrate. —Sincerely, Brett, Room 1349, Mercy Hospital.
Dear Sir: American and Irish writers generally spell “whiskey” with an E; Scottish and Canadian writers spell it without the E. This is exactly the same sort of difference as that between “color” and “colour,” and thus the answer to your question ought to be that your bartender was correct, because he is an American. The subject of fine (by which we mean “expensive”) spirits, however, somehow encourages an extraordinary degree of pedantry; and lovers of “whisky” from Scotland become very belligerent on the subject of spelling, insisting that any other spelling than the one on the label is incorrect. This is, of course, exactly equivalent to insisting that it is incorrect to speak of “fiber” in oatmeal imported from Scotland, because what is in the Scottish stuff is “fibre.” Under ordinary circumstances, one would simply explain to such pedants that their incorrect premise has led them to a false conclusion. In the matter of “whisky,” however, one must take into account the near certainty that the pedants in question have been drinking very strong spirits.
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DR. BOLI’S COMPLETE HISTORY OF THE WORLD.
CHAPTER 17.—WHAT THE MIDDLE AGES WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF.
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History is divided, by a wise provision of Providence, into periods, during each of which all the people in the world thought the same thoughts in the same way at the same time. This is why sorting out history is so much easier than sorting out current events: our own time is the only one in the history of the world in which diversity rather than uniformity of opinion is the rule. Funny how that works.
Since we have come to the period commonly called the Middle Ages, therefore, it seems appropriate to set aside a chapter to paint in the background against which events will occur. Like any good theatrical designer, we shall make use of broad, suggestive strokes, rather than fussy little details that the audience is just going to ignore anyway. Readers are warned that this is another one of those chapters in which nothing happens, so if they decide to read a comic book instead they will probably get just as much actual history out of it.
To understand the Middle Ages, we must understand that the medieval mind labored under a tragic, yet risible, delusion. It seemed to the medieval thinker that he was standing at the apex of civilization, rather than wallowing in a trough between two peaks. We can account for the prevalence of this notion only by postulating that medieval people were complete morons.
Of course, we cannot speak of the Middle Ages without speaking of the feudal system. Indeed, in many jurisdictions it is illegal to speak of the Middle Ages without speaking of the feudal system.
The feudal system is something like one of those fractal images computer-graphics experts used to love so much, where simple rules produce a system of extraordinary complexity that is nevertheless ultimately useless. The feudal system is usually described as a system of interlocking loyalties, but this description is not entirely accurate. It would be more correct to describe it as a system of cascading backstabbing.
In the feudal system, everything depended on the king or emperor, who stood at the top of the org chart with invisible strings tied to his fingers. All the land in the realm belonged to him: God had given him that part of the earth for his own personal use. He deigned, however, to allow certain loyal friends of his to use parts of his land, as a reward for their loyalty and an incentive to remain loyal. (It never worked, by the way.) These friends were expected to come to the king’s aid whenever he got himself into a war, which kings were always doing, because in those days wars were very romantic, and even the people who got hurt thoroughly enjoyed it.
This grant of land was known as a “feud” (from the Latin word for “fief”) or “fief” (from the Latin word for “feud”). Naturally, the king’s friends themselves had friends, so they distributed the land the king so graciously allowed them to use among their own friends as “fiefs” on the same conditions. Those friends in turn also had friends, and so on down the ladder until we come to the peasant, who had no friends at all, because he had no land to give away.
The peasant was bound to the land, which strikes us as rather harsh in our mechanical age, until we recall that anywhere a peasant might go was likely to be just as wretched as the place he had left. (This may be true in our age of automobiles as well, but so much of our prosperity depends on our obsession with being somewhere other than where we are that we pretend our mobility is a great blessing.) At any rate, the binding may have meant that the peasant could not leave the land, but it also meant that the land could not be yanked out from under him. The peasant had a certain job security, whereas his lord was very likely to get himself involved in the wrong conspiracy and lose everything, including about a head’s worth of his height.
Conspiracies kept the feudal economy moving. Ideally, the system was designed for complete stagnation; but, in practice, frequent turnover at the upper levels promoted progress. Thus most of the stories we have from the Middle Ages are stories of betrayal, either successful or unsuccessful. Successful traitors are called heroes; unsuccessful traitors are called all sorts of other names.
This system of interlocking disloyalties was mirrored by a similar system called the Church. The Church and the secular world were parallel universes, separate but intersecting at numerous points, like some particularly derivative episode of a second-rate science-fiction series.
And this was the thing that ultimately would bring down the entire feudal system: for it was possible for persons and property to pass from the secular world into the Church, but not the other way. It was considered a very good career choice to enter the Church, but the Church insisted on a lifetime contract. It was also considered a very virtuous act to leave property to the Church; and, perhaps more to the point, it was often the only convenient way to disinherit an ungrateful son. Since the Church never died, the property remained ecclesiastical forever. Eventually, nearly all the best property in Europe belonged to the Church, presenting an awful temptation to unscrupulous kings with temporary budget embarrassments. —But this is a matter for another chapter. The important thing to know right now is that, in the middle of the Middle Ages, the Church was huge and wealthy, and powerful enough to set great events in motion in the secular world.
As all-encompassing as this double system seemed to be, it had one very serious flaw. Everything seemed to tend toward a single point at the top of the chart, but on the secular side it never quite made it there. The Holy Roman Emperor might claim precedence over all the other kings, but the King of France (for example) would just blow a raspberry at him and continue either ignoring him or trying to kill him, depending on the circumstances.
An org chart with multiple names at the top was dreadfully untidy. It remained that way, however, until the pope had the brilliant idea of scribbling in his own name at the top of the secular chart as well, right above the row of kings, thus making himself feudal lord of everything. Now both the ecclesiastical world and the secular world terminated in the same point, making perfect conceptual sense of the universe. It was true that some kings objected to being effectively demoted by one rank, but the pope could easily find another king who would assist in punishing his recalcitrant brother, in return for the promise that he would profit materially as well as spiritually by assisting the pope in this little matter.
With all its wealth and power, the Church had one more advantage. It was possible for a man—and, to a surprising extent, for a woman—to rise in the hierarchy by pure merit. It was not necessarily likely, but it was possible; whereas the only way to rise in royalty was by superior birth or outrageous treachery, neither of which tends to raise the intellectual tone of the royal establishment. Indeed, the most successful kings were the ones who outsourced all their intellectual activity to the Church, as we have already seen in the striking example of Charlemagne, inventor of the consultant. Thus any promising young man who was not destined to inherit a kingdom—and it is almost an axiom of royalty that young men destined to inherit kingdoms are not very promising—was generally nudged toward a career in the Church by his high-school guidance counselor. There he sometimes found that the Church actually rewarded cleverness. More often it rewarded venal ambition, but it did reward cleverness often enough to make it worth some people’s while to be clever. Alcuin, as we have already seen, was frightfully clever; and by establishing a tradition of ecclesiastical consultancy, he made the Church the top career choice for really clever people throughout Europe. If you were merely ambitious, you might in your maddest moments imagine yourself winning a throne by bold treachery; but if you were both clever and ambitious, you were eligible to become the power behind the throne, which was to the thinking man a more desirable position.
The predictable result was that the Church wound up with more clever young men than it knew what to do with. It was not, after all, necessary to be very clever to fulfill the duties expected in most ecclesiastical positions. Any idiot could be a priest, and any idiot with a duke for an elder brother could be a bishop; and, even assuming that the pope was expected to be moderately clever, there was never room for more than two or three popes at a time. So what was to be done with all the clever young men?
Well, why not set aside a place where they could just sit around and be clever, and indeed get cleverer and cleverer? Thus we owe to the deluded medieval mind the idea of the university, a place where people have nothing to do but sit around and be clever all day, rather than get up and do something that might actually be useful to someone.
As soon as there were universities, there were students; and, of course, as soon as there were students, there were couches burning in the streets after every football game. It is not very well known, in fact, that the couch was invented in medieval times as an efficiently shaped portable mass of combustible material. Only later, during the great furniture famines of the fourteenth century, did anyone conceive the notion of sitting on the things.
The whole university business got a big boost when someone found Aristotle and dragged him out from under the rock where he had been hiding all those years. It seems that the wicked Muslims, who until now had entered history only as the colorful background against which knightly heroes posed to have their portraits painted in doggerel, had been keeping tabs on Aristotle all along. In fact, the Muslims had been keeping the flame of classical civilization burning all through the dark centuries of European barbarism. It should be remembered that this does not make them any less wicked, or any more interesting to the historian. One must, after all, carefully avoid any lapse into relativism.
In Spain, where Islamic culture reached a high degree of polish and accomplishment, the Christians groaned under the yoke of their Muslim rulers, and yearned for the time when the Caliphs would be run out of Iberia, so that the victorious Christians could establish the kind of liberal and tolerant society for which Spain would later become famous. There are times when one fears that the weight of so much sarcasm may actually do physical damage to the brain. But meanwhile, as long as the Muslims were there, the Christians might as well pillage their intellectual accomplishments. Translations of Aristotle into Latin began to appear, and all the cool kids snapped them up. They gave the clever young men at the universities something to be clever about.
The thing these clever young men loved most about Aristotle was his logic, because you could use logic to prove other people wrong. Until the rediscovery of Aristotle, the only way to prove somebody wrong was by cutting his head off. This was called “trial by combat”; it was a lot of fun, but it did not tend to favor intellectual development, in either the winner or the loser.
Of course, the new fad for Aristotelian philosophy did not sit well with the older generation. Grumps of a certain age gathered in retirement homes everywhere to denounce these dang kids and their “formal causes” and suchlike claptrap. If howling ignorance was good enough for our generation, it’s good enough for them. Nevertheless, the Church ultimately came down on the side of the Aristotle fans, because cleverness was good for business. The universities flourished, and more clever young men got cleverer all the time.
Universities naturally created a market for luxury items, such as tunics with the university emblem embroidered on them. These things demanded specialized craftsmen, who organized themselves into guilds, which we mention because it is also illegal in many jurisdictions to speak of the Middle Ages without mentioning guilds.
So let us summarize what we know of the Middle Ages. Secular authority was vested in various degenerate kings, dukes, and princes, who farmed out all their mental activity to the brightest minds of the Church, giving the Church a great deal of material power and encouraging ecclesiastical authorities to create special places for being clever, which created more cleverness in the Church by sucking all the cleverness out of the general population.
Thus we have painted our backdrop. Now let us watch as the Church raises its little finger and makes a royal mess of the whole world.
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The chapters previously published:
FROM THE CREATION OF THE UNIVERSE TO THE DAWN OF CIVILIZATION.
THE DEFINITION AND CHARACTER OF CIVILIZATION.
THE ANCIENT EGYPTIANS, FURNISHING AND DECORATING THE AFTERLIFE SINCE 3150 B.C.
THE LESS MARKETABLE ANCIENT CIVILIZATIONS.
THE ISRAELITES DISCOVER MONOTHEISM AND SPEND MOST OF THE REST OF THEIR HISTORY TRYING TO BACK OUT OF IT.
THE ANCIENT GREEKS LIVE THE EXAMINED LIFE.
THE ANCIENT GREEKS INVENT HISTORY.
ALEXANDER RUNS OUT OF WORLDS TO CONQUER.
WHILE ROME CONQUERS THE WORLD, GREECE CONQUERS ROME.
CHRISTIANITY RUINS EVERYTHING.
THE ROMAN EMPIRE DECLINES AND FALLS FOR 1500 YEARS STRAIGHT.
BARBARIANS EVERYWHERE.
CIVILIZATION DESTROYS CIVILIZATION.
NOTHING HAPPENS IN THE DARK AGES.
CHARLEMAGNE TURNS ON THE LIGHTS.
MORE FUN WITH BARBARIANS.
EASTER CUSTOMS HERE AND THERE.
Although Easter is the most important festival in the Christian calendar, many of its traditions have clearly pagan roots.
Pagan Anglo-Saxons believed that the goddess Eostre would pelt them with rotten eggs unless a certain number of hard-boiled eggs with ritual patterns were left at various places in the fields and forests.
German immigrants to the United States brought with them the ancient custom of protecting the spring hatchlings from evil spirits by offering the demons chicks molded out of colored marshmallow as substitutes. It is a nearly universal feature of folklore that demons are believed to be rather dim-witted.
In the Piedmont region of Italy, villagers spend Holy Week baking hard buns or rolls twisted into the shapes of members of the House of Savoy. On Easter morning, they fling the buns at the carabinieri. It is traditional for the participants to be released from jail by Pentecost.
The custom of biting the heads off chocolate rabbits at Easter may be traced back to an Aztec springtime ritual intended to bring victory in battle.
In city neighborhoods of Pittsburgh, homeowners make a colorful Easter display by lynching inflatable pastel bunnies in a tree in the front yard, a custom that anthropologists believe has its roots in a pagan infertility ritual.
In rural Sweden, the Easter Lemming brings children gifts of pickled herring, which they pile up in the closet alongside all the other jars of pickled herring that they never ate from past years.
IRONY UPON IRONY.
“Did you know,” asks Wikipedia, “that that the New Testament narratives of the mocking of Jesus are filled with irony?”
Did you know, by the way, that Wikipedia is also filled with irony, intentional and otherwise?
Just for example, it is hard to believe that someone was not indulging in a little intentional sarcasm with this entry in today’s “Did you know” list. Did you know that people use irony when they’re making fun of other people? Who woulda thought? It’s, like, totally unexpected. We’re flabbergasted here at Wikipedia, honestly we are.
The Wikipedia article goes on, of course, to talk about the Gospel writers’ keen use of meta-irony, coming very close to portraying Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John as snarky twenty-first-century bloggers. So there is also the additional little sarcastic touch of presenting the conclusions of modern literary criticism as facts that are objects of “knowledge.”
In fairness to Wikipedia editors, however, we should point out that there are times when the “Did you know” feature really seems to be doing its job:
Did you know that Joaquín Gutiérrez, a popular children’s book author from Costa Rica, created a false identity for Soviet spy and future assassin Iosif Grigulevich?
Now there is a fact worth knowing! Unfortunately, Dr. Boli cannot bring himself to read the article it points to, because he knows it cannot possibly live up to his own imagination. He would very much like to see a Cold War movie, though, where the villain is KGB super-spy and assassin Iosif Grigulevich, codename Bunny Fuzzikins.
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Dear Dr. Boli: Now that baseball season is upon us, I was wondering whether you might take the time to explain the game to a visitor from foreign shores. I have attempted to understand the rules without success, and every time I watch a game, the only thing that occurs to me is that, whatever it is, it’s not cricket. —Sincerely, A Resident Alien, Originally from Karachi.
Dear Sir or Madam: Dr. Boli is delighted to be of assistance. Baseball, unlike other American spectator sports, is a game for gentlemen, because it is the only outdoor sport in which the players have the good sense to come in out of the rain. This has always made it Dr. Boli’s favorite sport, which is to say the one he is least likely to avoid. The other rules are fairly simple, and easily remembered once you notice the general tendency of them all.
The first rule is that each “team” of players should hire a graphic designer to create an attractive logotype suitable for a wide variety of applications, from shirts to bumper stickers to coffee mugs. This is probably the most important rule. It enables the team to attract an entourage of “fans” (short for “fanatics,” in the religious sense) who can identify with the athletic exploits of the players even when the fans themselves cannot lift anything heavier than a Quarter Pounder. Without the fans, the team ceases to exist—a principle of quantum physics first enunciated by Heisenberg in a paper that Dr. Boli is sure he has around here somewhere.
It is then required that the team should hire a marketer to license the logo to the manufacturers of consumer goods, thus accumulating license fees, which help fund the next rule.
The team shall then hire a number of recognizable star players to provide a human interest that a mere logo cannot supply. These players shall pose for posters, magazine covers, paper cups at fast-food joints, and so on, creating a climate in which the ordinary citizen cannot avoid their faces no matter which way he turns, which (it is hoped) may help turn some ordinary citizens into fans (see above).
It is also required that the team shall play a certain number of baseball games. For this purpose, it is necessary to blackmail the local governing authorities into providing a new ballpark or stadium every decade or so. The threat is commonly that, if the new ballpark is not forthcoming, the team will depart for another city, leaving its former city with hundreds of thousands of disgruntled fans who will riot in the streets and lynch the local governing authorities. The team that puts any of its own money into a ballpark is considered to have lost, as victory can be achieved only if the building is paid for entirely with the taxpayers’ money.
Finally, after the half-billion-dollar ballpark has been built, it is considered good form to move the team to another city that has promised a more luxurious ballpark worth three quarters of a billion dollars.
These are the fundamental rules of baseball. There are also certain customs that have to do with the playing of the game itself, but if you can hit a ball with a stick and run around in a circle, you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.





