Archive for February, 2005

The re-invention of Chipper

Earlier today, my wife took our Dalmation houseguest, the dog formerly known as Chipper, to Atlanta so he could begin his journey to his owners in England. He will fly out on Tuesday evening, and arrive in London Wednesday morning. We have had Chipper since last August, and on the whole he has been a fairly good house guest. He was not used to sharing a home with a number of other animals, and would become highly upset to see a cat drinking out of his water bowl. But it was not serious, and his company was largely appreciated.

When he came to stay with us, I took it as my solemn task to help Chipper, a dog of middle years, to re-invent himself. I re-invent myself every week or two, and have a talent for helping others do the same. Recently, for example, I aided the wife of the lawyer who I share office space with in her quest to find her true identity, now that she had become a woman of a certain age. Accordingly, I took the time to give her a new name every day, just so she could try it out. I also encouraged the growth of democratic institutions by inviting everyone else in the office to provide input on the name of the day. Some weeks we tried older names, such as Mabel. Other weeks, we gave her a youthful persona, with names like Brittany, Buffy and Muffy. Finally, I happened on Trixie, which we all agreed was perfect. I think she is a much happier woman now.

I did the same thing with Chipper. Over the last six months, he has tried on Spunky, Sparky, Spanky, Spotty, Stinky, Spitty, Spiffy, Spammy, Stiffy (after a character in a P.G. Wodehouse novel - perfect for a dog heading to England), Stuffy, Sniffy, Snuffy (too rural American), Snippy, Skanky, Skunky, Skippy and Alfred. At this point, it is a job not yet completed. We know that he has decided to abandon the name Chipper, but it will be up to his owners to try to help him settle on a new name.

I am pleased to be of service to whoever needs my help. If you wish to be reinvented, feel free to contact me if you wish to enlist my aid. I perform this as a public service. My reward is seeing the twinkle in the eye, the spring in the step, the perkily tilted chin that says “My name is Ethelbert, and I am proud.”

The Rights of Possums

This isn’t really the time of year for this story, but it occurred to me as I drove to work this morning and was confronted with the big “HOLLYWOOD” type sign which our village has on a hillside, spelling out the name of the place. I live in a fairly quirky place. Really just a wide place in the road, the most prominent feature is a fairly large school that teaches classes in arty kind of stuff - pottery, blacksmithing, weaving and the like. People come from all over the world to take classes for a week or so. Other than that, there are a few art type shops and, located in the center of the village, the heart and soul of the place, is a little gas station/convenience store. This is where people buy their milk, sit outside and talk, and generally catch up on things.

The whole place is a little odd. It is populated by a mix of artists and people who worship hound dogs, and the combination produces some interesting behavior. The HOLLYWOOD sign I mentioned earlier is one of the more obvious, but another is in the way the community interacts. We do things like play cow patty bingo, and the men gather at the gas station every Saturday morning to eat breakfast sans women. We know a woman who had heard about the gathering and thought it might be fun. She walked in with her tray of biscuits or whatever, and was generally regarded in the same way that a space alien might be. Of course, most of the women are pleased to lose the big lunk for a few hours, so the tradition is not generally resented.

In any event, another custom is the annual Possum Drop on New Years Eve. This has been going on for ten years or so, and has become a huge thing. People come from everywhere for the event. It takes place in the parking area of the gas station, and kicks off about 8 PM when the choir from the Baptist Church sings a few songs, followed by a womanless beauty pageant. I was recruited for that one year, but declined. I can be weird, but not that weird. The highlight of the event, though, comes at the stroke of midnight, when a cage containing a live possum is lowered to the ground and opened, much like the big ball is dropped in New York City. The possum invariably wanders into the road, but that is pretty much genetic anyway.

Still, its a pretty good deal for the lucky possum. He or she is usually chosen right after Christmas by the selection committee appointed by the gas station owner. A friend of ours was awakened by a commotion outside of her house a few years ago, and when she went to investigate found the selection committee trying to trap that year’s candidate in her yard. “Don’t worry,” they called. “We’ll be done here in a minute!” Satisfied, she went on back to bed, and sure enough, they were gone not too much later.

Once caught, the possum is held in a cage at the gas station, where he receives visitors and gets to eat all the cat food he wants. It is the kind of sweet life that makes a possum want to call his friends and invite them all over.

On New Years Eve in 2003, however, something completely unexpected happened. As the guys were preparing for that night’s festivities, they received a call from a lawyer representing a famous national animal rights group. They were informed that said famous group would sue if they did not cancel the evening’s possum drop. It was, they said, cruel and stressful on the poor beast. The guys looked out the window and eyed that year’s candidate. He was chowing down the cat food and did not appear particularly stressed. Still, this was a serious threat. What should they do?

Sad to say, that was the year I was in Greece, so I was unavailable to call the lawyer back and tell them to, like, go away. Discretion being the better part of valor, therefore, the guys decided on a plan. First, they took that year’s possum out into a nearby field and released him. He did not really want to be released and had to be encouraged to leave, but eventually he waddled off, looking fairly peeved about the whole thing.

At that point, the selection committee swung back into action. If a live possum would be overly stressed, they reasoned, a dead one would probably take things with equanimity. It would also provide substantial savings in the cat food budget. Accordingly, they began to scour the roads, looking for a possum that had met its maker. Of course, it was but the work of a moment to locate a suitable candidate. In fact, there was some suspicion that the new candidate was the same as the old candidate — something about the peeved look in his deceased eyes, and the sizeable paunch that suggested a steady diet of cat food.

Taking the corpse back to the gas station, they artfully arranged him in the cage, and considered whether or not a little make up would help. Finally, satisfied with their efforts, they re-hung the cage. That night, the possum drop went off as scheduled, showing that where there is a will, there is a way, even if it involves a dead possum.

Subsequently, the threat of getting sued seems to have abated, and things are back to normal. In fact, the selection committee figures that the position is such a plum assignment, they are likely to get picketed by skunks wanting a chance at it. That, it must be said, is where the line has to be drawn.

Hunter S. Thompson and Days of Yore

I was peculiarly saddened to hear of the suicide of Hunter S. Thompson over the weekend.  Thompson was a big influence on me during my wilder days.  Although known to most people for the apocryphal Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, his best work was probably found in books such as Hell’s Angels and, especially, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail.  His “be a part of the story” approach was shocking in its day, but arguably spawned modern journalism as we know it.  Decide for yourself whether that is good or bad.  From my point of view, the jury is still out.

But my thoughts when I heard of his death had less to do with his journalistic legacy than with the way that life progresses.  When I admired and enjoyed Thompson, my life on some level resembled his own.  Not in the exact details, mind you, but in the hellbent fury and hedonism that was a part of that.  Of course, the hair and the clothes were the external symbols of that, but it was marked more by an internal landscape that consisted of…well, me, mostly.  Of course, we all  talked a good game about love and peace and whatnot, but the fact of the matter is that we were focused less on that than we were pure foolishness.  At least Thompson dispensed with the pretensions, and went immediately to the hedonism, unlike many of us.

But there is something troubling in what has happened since then, and I am having trouble putting it into words.  To express it baldly can sound pharisaical, or self promoting, but not to say it can be cynical.  Let’s start like this:

The conventional wisdom is that as a person gets older, they become more conservative.  That is probably true in a general kind of way, but it does not approach the gist of the matter.  I no longer describe myself as a socialist, although my flirtation with the conservative right is probably over. The truth of the matter is that even people who drift to a conservative viewpoint as they age typically do not lose the tendancy toward hedonism and “me-ism” that marked their younger days.  If anything, as Cadillacs and SUVs replace the VW Beetle, the self gratification becomes more pronounced.

Rather than politics, the true issue is worldview.  It has less to do with gun control and capital gains taxes (inherently “me” issues I would argue) than it does a shift which makes those things no longer important in a truly substantive way.  When that happens, both youthful hedonism and politics of any stripe lose their inherent importance.  What is important is the state of one’s soul, the knowledge that we approach the closing moments of one life and the entry into another, vastly extended, one.

Of course, anyone who knows me knows that I am full up to my eyebrows with hedonistic tendencies and me-ism.  What I am grateful for is that I have started to get just the  slightest glimpse of that bigger picture, hidden behind the curtain of everyday 21st century life.  Only by glimpsing that can we start to realize what else there is to life.  In my view, only Orthodoxy pulls that curtain aside, and divorces itself from the mundane, from the hedonistic, from me.

That is what makes me sad about Thompson.  I did not know him personally, and I do not know the details of his death, other than that it was due to a self inflicted gunshot wound.  What is reported, though, resonates of a deeply felt desperation and anomie, so typical of the worldly outlook on life.  Unlike many people, Thompson knew that there was more.  Sadly, he could never seem to find out what that more was.  He knew there was a curtain.  He never seemed to be able to see what was on the other side.

He was a great talent, and this was a terrible waste.  Now the question I find myself asking is how many people right around me suffer from the same anomie, the same despair?  What responsibility do we Orthodox have in their loss, if we don’t tell people that there is a curtain.  That there is something on the other side of it, and that something is life beyond all expectation and hope.

Thanks Arius, or some grudging and brief thoughts about evil turned to good

Oddly enough, despite all of the pain and discord that Arius caused in the Church, there were actually some beneficial things which can really be credited to his influence. In order to understand how, we need to think about the way that doctrine was gradually defined — not developed — but defined and clarified in the early centuries. Since Christianity was originally rooted in an oral tradition, the details about much of what consitutes the Faith were not found in writings. Rather, there is every indication that the core, the corpus of the Faith, remained oral in nature, and was not specifically discussed simply because there was no need to discuss it.

What caused this to change was the successive attacks of heretics. The wave of gnostics forced the Church to address the person of Christ as Logos, as Creator. Thus we find St. Justin Martyr and St. Iranaeus starting to explain the Logos. Later, by attacking the Divinity of Christ, Arius forced the Church to explicitly address that issue. St. Athanasius in particular led the defense in this regard. It is important to realize, however, that when St. Justin Martyr or St. Athanasius wrote and taught, they were not developing new doctrine, but simply taking what was already believed and giving it form and context.

So what are some of the benefits of Arius? For starters, his heresy led to greater official recognition of what had been already popularly believed, the veneration of the Virgin Mary, the Theotokos. This is because Christology and Theotokology are inextricably linked. If Jesus is God, then sheer logic suggests that Mary is the Mother of God. Thus, the struggle to define Christ as God necessarily led to the definition of Mary as the Theotokos.

Arguably another side effect of all this was the recognition of the Nativity — Christmas — as a feast of the Church. The early Church did not celebrate the Nativity. Indeed, the Feast of the Theophany (the Baptism of the Lord) was for many centuries by far the most significant winter feast. Yet by unpacking the notion of the Incarnation, of God born as man, it naturally followed that the Nativity became important to remember. If Jesus was not God, his Nativity becomes no important than, say, President’s Day. If he is God, as the Church had always taught, that is another kettle of fish altogether.

There are many other ways that heresy influenced doctrine, far more than these brief thoughts can cover. The truly important point is that belief never changed. Rather, the expression of that belief became more highly defined in response to outside attacks. What the enemies of the Orthodox Church call the development of doctrine was not development in the sense that doctrine changed. It was instead the explication of already existing belief, believed and followed throughout the Church.

Redeeming a Wasted Day

I was supposed to try a case today, but I seem to have the flu or a reasonable facsimile thereof. This is the first time in 15 or 20 years that I’ve asked for a continuance based on illness. I not only feel sick, I feel guilty.

But older daughter sent me a link to something which has made me feel better. Now that I realize you can do this under the rules, you can bet I’ll be putting those depositions to good use:

[excerpt from “an actual trial transcript,” apparently]:

The Court: Next witness.

Ms. Olschner: Your Honor, at this time I would like to swat Mr. Buck in the head with his client’s deposition.

The Court: You mean read it?

Ms. Olschner: No, sir. I mean to swat him [in] the head with it. Pursuant to Rule 32, I may use the deposition “for any purpose” and that is the purpose for which I want to use it.

The Court: Well, it does say that.

(Pause.)

The Court: There being no objection, you may proceed.

(Whereupon Ms. Olschner swatted Mr. Buck in the head with a deposition.)

The world woke up and groaned to find itself Arian…Part 3

St. Athanasius would die before Arianism was finally defeated in 381. Yet in the last fifteen years of his life, he shifted from a writer of fiery polemical tracts against the heresy to a statesman-like role. Athanasius recognized that many of the divisions among those opposed to Arianism arose from confusion over terms. He thereafter dedicated himself to resolving those artificial differences, strengthening the hand of those who faithfully followed the Nicene Creed.

The problem arose from the term used to indicate to express the distinctiveness of the Son as opposed to the Father. The word used is hypostasis, and it means something which exists in its own right. The term was widely used to express the different persons of Father and Son, but some had begun to use it in its plural form — hypostases — to combat Sabellianism, a heresy which said that Father, Son and Holy Spirit were simply adjectives describing different attributes of God. The use of the plural, however, was thought to go too far by others, who feared that it suggested not Trinitarianism, but polytheism. All parties concerned were opposed to the Arians, but their own differences served to keep them from effectively uniting.

In the summer of 362, the saint convened a meeting in Alexandria to try to sort the matter out. Athanasius perceived that Orthodoxy lay not in terms, but in intention. He could see that those who used the term hypostases were fully Orthodox, and that the dispute was not an important one. This was an important step in solidifying the opposition to Arianism, and would eventually lead to the downfall of the heresy.

St. Athanasius reposed on May 2, 373. The task of completing his work fell to the Cappadocian Fathers: St. Basil of Caesarea, St. Gregory of Nazianzus and Basil\’s younger brother, St. Gregory of Nyassa. Yet without the steadfast efforts of St. Athanasius, Arianism may well have won the day. In a very real way, the saint preserved Orthodoxy.

Christ and Arianism in the Writings of St. Athanasius

The nature of Christ was always a particular passion of the Saint, even before Arius began his teaching. Of course, he composed many writings specifically directed against Arianism, but throughout his life, in all of his writings, one finds a common thread of recognition of the fully divine Christ, and love for His person and work. It is interesting to survey those writings, separately from his polemics written specifically against the heresy, to ascertain the depth of the Saint\’s great love for Christ.

In an early and very famous work, On the Incarnation, written in about 318, he spends considerable time outlining the work and nature of Christ the Logos. The clear understanding of the full divinity of the Logos is obvious. For example, in a passage speaking of the necessity of the Word taking human form to rescue man, he says:

The Word perceived that corruption could not be got rid of otherwise than through death; yet He Himself, as the Word, being immortal and the Father’s Son, was such as could not die. For this reason, therefore, He assumed a body capable of death, in order that it, through belonging to the Word who is above all, might become in dying a sufficient exchange for all.

Elsewhere, speaking of the salvific work, he explains:

Men could not have done it, for they are only made after the Image; nor could angels have done it, for they are not the Images of God. The Word of God came in His own person, because it was He alone, the Image of the Father, Who could recreate man made after the Image.

In sum he quoted Is 63:9: “It was no ambassador, no angel who saved us, but the Lord Himself.”

Later, St. Athanasius would use the occasion of the writing of his hagiography of St. Anthony, the renowned Father of monasticism, to address the theological controversy in which he was embroiled. The Life of Antony is notable in its own right: it was apparently the first hagiography written of a saint who was not also a martyr. Written shortly after Antony’s death in 356, it is a deeply felt remembrance of a man who in all likelihood was Athanasius’ spiritual father. In describing St. Anthony’s forthright Orthodoxy, Athanasius describes a journey Anthony made from the desert to Alexandria to teach:

He taught the people that the Son of God is not a creature, and that He did not come into existence from non-being, but rather that He is eternal Word and Wisdom from the essence of the Father. “So,” he asserted, “it is sacrilegious to say ‘there was when he was not’ for the Word coexisted with the Father always.” Therefore you are to have no fellowship with the most ungodly Arians, for there is no fellowship of light with darkness.

Finally, in A Letter to Marcellinus, written to commend to a friend the study of the Psalms, the Saint declares the role of Christ in words both loving and fearful:

For this reason, indeed, He not only taught, but also accomplished what he taught, so that everyone might hear when He spoke, and seeing as in an image, receive from Him the model for acting, hearing Him say “Learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart.” A more perfect instruction in virtue one could not find than that which the Lord typified in Himself. For whether the issue is forbearance of evil, or love of mankind, or goodness, or courage, or compassion, or pursuit of justice, one will discover all present in Him, so that nothing is lacking f9r virtue to one who considers closely this human life of His.

In his life, in his writings, in his fierce and steadfast devotion to the Faith, St. Athanasius provides an enduring inspiration to all who love Christ, and His Church.

The world woke up and groaned to find itself Arian…Part 2

After the Council in Nicaea, Arius was exiled from Alexandria. Nonetheless, thanks to the influence of his friend Eusebius, Arius was permitted by the Emperor to sign the Nicene Creed, although with some reservations. Constantine insisted that Arius be restored to his former position, but Athanasius, perceiving
that Arius had not at all changed his views, refused to allow it. He was called to Constantinople to account for his refusal to obey, but presented so well to Constantine that the matter was not pressed. Nonetheless, the saint did have problems at home. He was accused of being overly forceful in putting down the machinations of a schismatic sect, the Melitians. At a synod held in Tyre in 335, largely due to the influence of Eusebius and his supporters, Constantine exiled Athanasius to Trier, in Gaul. Those bishops who supported Athanasius were barred from the meeting, and questionable testimony was presented. One woman claimed that the Saint had forced himself upon her, but identified another man as being Athanasius. Other witnesses claimed that he threatened to keep shipments of grain from leaving Alexandria to go to Constantinople. After the synod was completed, Arius was brought back into the Church, but before he could re-enter and celebrate the Liturgy, he died in an ignominious fashion. In fact, tradition notes that he died while answering a call of nature. For many centuries thereafter, the hole on which he had been sitting received little business from patrons of the baths.

Constantine himself died at Pentecost in 337. The Empire was then divided among his three sons: Constantine II in the west, Constantius II in the east, and Constans, the youngest, in Italy and North Africa. By 340, Constans had unseated and killed Constantine II.

At this point, the battle broadened dramatically. It is ironic that in the midst of efforts to resolve the doctrinal problems posed by Arianism, there also arose the first stirring of tension between the East and the
West. Although Arius himself was gone, his supporters skillfully used those tensions to keep their claims alive, and their opponents unsettled.

When Constantine passed away, Athanasius and other exiled Bishops in the west attempted to return to their sees. Constantius II, however, was sympathetic to the Arian Eusebius, and Athanasius was forced to withdraw again from Alexandria in 340. He traveled to Rome, where he was welcomed by the bishop
Julius. It is noteworthy that on this particular period of exile, Athanasius took with him companions, some of his beloved monks from the Egyptian desert. This was, by and large, the first exposure of the West to the monastic life, and western monasticism soon followed.

Nonetheless, the flight to Rome raised uncomfortable questions. Athanasius claimed that his deposition had been unlawful because it was the act of heretics who were not properly in the Church. Given that Eusebius had the Emperor’s ear in religious matters, and that he was Arian, the West drew the conclusion that the East must be largely Arian. The second argument, however, was even less palatable for the East. By taking in the exiled Bishop, Julius himself was committing an act of disrespect, by ignoring the decision of the East to depose Athanasius. As such, the argument was advanced that Rome had the right to act as a court of
appeal to review decisions made by other Bishops and synods. That was an utterly unacceptable position to anyone in the East, yet they found themselves caught between the proverbial rock and the hard place.

So it was that on January 6, 341, Constantius convened another gathering of bishops, this time in Antioch. Responding to the challenge, they denied that they were Arian, and further denied that Rome had any authority to review their actions. At this point, it was clear that the dispute had blown far beyond an argument over the teachings of a man who Henry Chadwick would later term “a slightly neurotic popular preacher in Alexandria”. It was now a full blown impasse — the first of many between the East and the West.

The Emperors — Constans in the West and Constantius in the East — convened a joint meeting of bishops in present-day Sofia in Bulgaria. It was disastrous. The eastern bishops produced a document roundly condemning Arianism, and also produced a table to determine the date of Pascha. The western bishops produced local rules for dealing with unruly western bishops, and also issued a poorly reasoned justification for admitting Marcellus of Ancyra, a notable Sabellianist, to communion, a move which did nothing to promote respect for their abilities as theologians. Athanasius was most unhappy with the move regarding Marcellus, and in fact did all that he could to bring all of the bishops together, but to no avail. He was now trapped in exile not as a result of Arian maneuvering, but due to the power struggle between Rome and the East. Having become unhappily identified with the Roman position, Athanasius was very much betwixt and
between.

As it was, Constans and Constantius stepped in and forced each side to make accommodations. The East took back Athanasius into Alexandria, and he returned there in 346 to an enthusiastic welcome. He would remain on the episcopal throne for the next ten years. It was to be the longest period of time he would enjoy in his see.

Despite the forced resolution of 346, Constantius remained a fervent Arian and an enemy of Athanasius. He convened two synods, one in Milan and another in Arles, and secured condemnations of the saint at each one. He simply exiled the bishops who refused to go along, including, notably, St. Hilary of Poitiers. Finally, in 356, Constantius sent a military force to Alexandria to oust Athanasius and install a rabid Arian, George. Athanasius fled to the desert, and took refuge among the monks, who sheltered him from harm. During that period, he wrote many of his most notable anti-Arian writings. At roughly the same time, another radical Arian, Eudoxios, was made bishop of Antioch. The alarm throughout the East was palpable. From a quiescent period, thanks to the machinations of Constantius, Arianism had again emerged as a force to be reckoned with.

Unexpectedly, a rival arose against the Arians who had the ear of Constantius, Basil, bishop of Ancyra. Basil was in all likelihood a semi-Arian who believed that Christ was created, but of a like substance with the Father, or homoiousios. He was, however, most decidedly not an Arian, who he perceived as destructive and irrational. He persuaded Constantius that the semi-Arian formula of homoiousios made not only theological but also political sense. The Arians fought back, however, and Constantius finally called another council, with the bishops of the west meeting in Rimini, and the east at Seleucia. The western bishops meekly capitulated entirely to the Arians, and the Emperor took this as his signal to return to full Arianism. He moved Eudoxius from being the bishop of Antioch to become the bishop of Constantinople, and 360 the Creed was changed to read that the Son is “like” the Father, without any qualification or clarification. It was during this time that Jerome write that “the world groaned to find itself Arian”, and he was right.

The world woke up and groaned to find itself Arian…Part 1

Fair warning here: I am deep in working on a paper concerning St. Athanasius of Alexandria and his struggle against Arianism. If you have read me for a while, you know that as I think about and work on my papers, my readers bear the brunt of my thinking out loud, as it were. Sorry, but it’s that time again.

Arius was a priest in Alexandria. He developed an exegesis of Proverbs 8:22-31 et seq, the passage beginning “The Lord created me at the beginning of his work, the first of his acts of old.” The passage is referring to Wisdom. Arius derived from this the notion that Christ, who is often identified as Wisdom in Proverbs, is a created creature. This is the same belief held by modern Arians, whom we know as Jehovah’s Witnesses. From this simple, albeit misguided, exegesis, the entire world was thrown into upheaval, which lasted for most of the fourth century.

Arius was apparently quite a charismatic character, although his description does not quite match up to the trouble that he caused. He was born in Libya, but raised in Antioch. A contemporary, Epyphonius, described him as tall and grave, with a winning personality. He always walked about barefoot, and led an ascetic life. Despite what appears to be an unassuming personality, Arius fervently marketed his teaching. Throughout the controversy, the world was treated to Arians singing popular ditties relating their theology. One writer of the period complained that it was impossible to go to the market without having to listen to such songs, and engaging in theological dispute with the butcher, the fruit vendor and the bath attendant.

The dispute tore the Christian world apart, especially in the East. In reaction, the Emperor Constantine the Great (who was born in England by the way) in 325 convened a great council of bishops to address the controversy. Meeting in Nicaea, 318 bishops deliberated and debated the issue. Among them was the bishop of Alexandria, named Alexander, and his young deacon, Athanasius. This council would later be recognized as the first Ecumenical Council, one of seven which would produce the dogmatic statements that are so important in Holy Tradition. The bishops produced what we now know as the Nicene Creed, although a few
of the final clauses were added at a later council. As adopted in Nicaea, it reads, in part, like this:

I believe in one God, the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and
invisible; and in one Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, the only-begotten of the Father, begotten before all ages, light of light, true God of true God, begotten not made, being one with the Father, through whom all things were made…

Yet despite the clear repudiation of Arianism at the Council, and his subsequent banishment from Alexandria, the battle was actually only beginning. Over thirty years later, Jerome would lament “The world woke up and groaned to find itself Arian…” In that battle, the young Deacon Athanasius, who would succeed Alexander as Bishop of Alexandria in 328, played a pivotal role.

More later.




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