the scariest story ever told, the girl who had a flower for a body, social deprivation hurts the brain

I’ve read thriller and horror fiction. As a citizen of the U.S. I was required under torture to watch a few horror films as well. None of them, seriously, none were as frightening as Henry James novella The Beast in the Jungle (1903)

The escape would have been to love her; then, THEN he would have lived. SHE had lived–who could say now with what passion?–since she had loved him for himself; whereas he had never thought of her (ah how it hugely glared at him!) but in the chill of his egotism and the light of her use. Her spoken words came back to him–the chain stretched and stretched. The Beast had lurked indeed, and the Beast, at its hour, had sprung; it had sprung in that twilight of the cold April when, pale, ill, wasted, but all beautiful, and perhaps even then recoverable, she had risen from her chair to stand before him and let him imaginably guess. It had sprung as he didn’t guess; it had sprung as she hopelessly turned from him, and the mark, by the time he left her, had fallen where it WAS to fall. He had justified his fear and achieved his fate; he had failed, with the last exactitude, of all he was to fail of; and a moan now rose to his lips as he remembered she had prayed he mightn’t know. This horror of waking–THIS was knowledge, knowledge under the breath of which the very tears in his eyes seemed to freeze. Through them, none the less, he tried to fix it and hold it; he kept it there before him so that he might feel the pain. That at least, belated and bitter, had something of the taste of life. But the bitterness suddenly sickened him, and it was as if, horribly, he saw, in the truth, in the cruelty of his image, what had been appointed and done. He saw the Jungle of his life and saw the lurking Beast; then, while he looked, perceived it, as by a stir of the air, rise, huge and hideous, for the leap that was to settle him. His eyes darkened–it was close; and, instinctively turning, in his hallucination, to avoid it, he flung himself, face down, on the tomb.

While it prominently features the word and concept of a beast, it is not a horror story or psychological thriller, is a story about fate, loneliness, love, the passing of time – of life, death and giving in completely to nagging dread. At the link are free version of the complete storyfordownload in plain text, Kindle, ePub and HTML

the girl who had a flower for a body

“We could never learn to be brave & patient if there were only joy in the world.” ~Helen Keller

Back in the day (1953 to 1961), everyone knew about CIA Director Allen Dulles’ affairs and no one said anything, When a C.I.A. Director Had Scores of Affairs

Another of Dulles’s conquests, according to several accounts, was Queen Frederika of Greece. In 1958 she came to the United States on a tour with her son, the future King Constantine II, and just as her trip was about to end, she announced without explanation that she would stay for another week.

She came to Washington, discussed “spiritual values” with President Dwight D. Eisenhower in the Oval Office and then visited Dulles at C.I.A. headquarters.

They had been alone in his office for nearly an hour when an aide knocked. Hearing no response, he entered. He found the office empty, but heard noises from the adjoining dressing room. Later Dulles and the queen emerged.

Don’t come knock’n when the CIA director’s dressing room is rock’n or something like that.

Mill children, Macon, Georgia, 1909. Lewis Wickes Hine, Photographer. I may return and post a good copy of this photo. Just did not have time today. *update: this is my print of the photo,

Child labor Bibb Mill No.1, Georgia,1909.

A Critical Period for Social Experience–Dependent Oligodendrocyte Maturation and Myelination or How Early Social Deprivation Impairs Long-Term Cognitive Function

Early social isolation results in adult behavioral and cognitive dysfunction that correlates with white matter alterations. However, how social deprivation influences myelination and the significance of these myelin defects in the adult remained undefined. We show that mice isolated for 2 weeks immediately after weaning have alterations in prefrontal cortex function and myelination that do not recover with reintroduction into a social environment.

In children which are abused by way of isolation or in some cases severe shunning by the family, not just cases of feral children, this research explains the role of myelin in adult psychiatric disorders. Positive brain changes that should occur in those children do not, while negative ones do occur. There is plasticity in this phenomenon, but not in the correct way, medically or morally. Changes of negative consequence occur not just in the previously thought neurons, but as discovered in the glial cells as well.

The Generationals – When they fight they fight