Elegy For The Pact

Blogging deepens our appreciation. We do not always know where a post is going when we start it. We now have an enhanced appreciation of "The Pirate" and of its relationships both to The Peregrine and to the rest of the Psychotechnic History. 

The great Pact sounds vulnerable. Its guardians are few. They can operate only to the best of their poor mortal abilities. The Pact is often not understood either by the young generations or by the people of the star frontier. It sounds as if the narrator mourns it in advance: elegiac prose.

When Trevelyan confronts Murdoch on Good Luck, the latter is accompanied by a hard-looking, armed gang of human and non-human beings, unintegrate, and some from raptor cultures. They jabber, swear and point weapons but are not described physically so their appearance would have to be invented for any visual adaptation.

The extinct bipeds of Good Lock, depicted in their own art, had long fingers, necks and beaks so we think of them as the long people. Their art and architecture show their aesthetic appreciation. Trevelyan empathises with them, not with Murdoch's crew.