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13,
05:43,
2008-02-24 01:26:44
Description: Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, "This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem."
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can (More) Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, "This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem."
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, I heard the hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
(And) see the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
(I can) hear the undertaker's bell
(Yeah), nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
There's a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, God is in heaven
And we all want what's his
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell (Less) Channel: youtube
15,
09:59,
2008-04-21 16:18:43
Description: Lewis: The new Psychology was at that time sweeping through us all. We were all influenced. We were all concerned about fantasy, or wishful thinking. I formed the resolution of always judging and (More) Lewis: The new Psychology was at that time sweeping through us all. We were all influenced. We were all concerned about fantasy, or wishful thinking. I formed the resolution of always judging and acting with the greatest good sense. Walter Hooper: He was saying that all youth at that time were trying to escape from wish fulfillment dreams. They got that from Freud. And they wanted to in one way spit on the images of their youth, and go onto they knew not what. But, anyway, leave that behind because it was juvenile. Lewis: I was at that time living like many atheists; in a whirl of contradictions. I maintained that God did not exist. I was also very angry with God for not existing. I was equally angry with him for creating a world. Why should creatures have the burden of existence forced on them without their consent? Lewis: All the books were beginning to turn against me. Indeed, I must have been as blind as a bat not to have seen, long before, the ludicrous contradiction between my theory of life and my actual experiences as a reader. The most religious were clearly those on whom I could really feed. Lewis: I can only describe it as the Great War between Barfield and me. When I set out to correct his heresies, I find that he had decided to correct mine! And then we went at it, hammer and tongs, far into the night, night after night. Duriez: Barfield believed that the imagination plays a very important part in how we know. He rejected the model that science is the only way to truth, to acquiring truth. He felt that the imagination was laid behind even the work of science. It gave meaning to propositions. And so he felt that Lewis was missing out in his whole approach to reality on what made knowledge possible. Peter Kreeft: When Lewis talks about joy, he talks about something that he labels the central theme of his whole life. But what he means by joy is not the satisfaction of a desire, but a desire that is more desirable than any satisfaction. Lewis: There was no doubt Joy was a desire. But a desire is turned not to itself, but to an object. I had been wrong in supposing that I desired for Joy itself. All value lay in that of which Joy was the desiring. The naked other. Unknown, undefined, desired. I did not yet ask "Who is desired?" Kreeft: The very experience of Joy that Lewis had was an arrow that led to the target of belief in God. Lewis argued innate, deep desires do not exist unless they correspond to something that can satisfy them. If there is hunger, there is food. If there is sexual desire, there is sex. If there is curiosity, there is knowledge. So if there is the desire for this thing that is beyond this world, there must be something beyond this world. Lewis: The fox had now been dislodged from the wood and was running in the open, bedraggled and weary, the hounds barely a field behind. The odd thing was that before God closed in on me, I was in fact offered what now appears to be a moment of wholly free choice. I was going up Headington Hill on the top of a bus. Without words, and almost without images, a fact about myself was somehow presented to me. I became aware that I was holding something at bay. I felt myself being given a free choice. I could open the door or keep it shut. I chose to open. I felt as if I were a man of snow at long last beginning to melt. Drip-drip. And presently trickle-trickle. I had always wanted, above all things, not to be interfered with. I had wanted — mad wish — to call my soul my own. I had been far more anxious to avoid suffering than to achieve delight. You must picture me alone in that room at Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted even for a second from my work, the steady, unrelenting approach of Him whom I so earnestly desired not to meet. Total surrender, the absolute leap in the dark, were demanded. I gave in, and admitted that God was God ... perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England. (Less) Channel: youtube
10,
05:43,
2008-04-22 10:42:24
Description: Seen the arrow on the doorpost Saying, "This land is condemned All the way from New Orleans To Jerusalem." I traveled through East Texas Where many martyrs fell And I know no one can sing (More) Seen the arrow on the doorpost Saying, "This land is condemned All the way from New Orleans To Jerusalem." I traveled through East Texas Where many martyrs fell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Well, I heard the hoot owl singing As they were taking down the tents The stars above the barren trees Were his only audience Them charcoal gypsy maidens Can strut their feathers well But nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell See them big plantations burning Hear the cracking of the whips Smell that sweet magnolia blooming (And) see the ghosts of slavery ships I can hear them tribes a-moaning (I can) hear the undertaker's bell (Yeah), nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell There's a woman by the river With some fine young handsome man He's dressed up like a squire Bootlegged whiskey in his hand There's a chain gang on the highway I can hear them rebels yell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Well, God is in heaven And we all want what's his But power and greed and corruptible seed Seem to be all that there is I'm gazing out the window Of the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell (Less) Channel: youtube
26,
09:59,
2007-03-28 19:54:28
Description: Lewis: The new Psychology was at that time sweeping through us all. We were all influenced. We were all concerned about fantasy, or wishful thinking. I formed the resolution of always judging and (More) Lewis: The new Psychology was at that time sweeping through us all. We were all influenced. We were all concerned about fantasy, or wishful thinking. I formed the resolution of always judging and acting with the greatest good sense.
Walter Hooper: He was saying that all youth at that time were trying to escape from wish fulfillment dreams. They got that from Freud. And they wanted to in one way spit on the images of their youth, and go onto they knew not what. But, anyway, leave that behind because it was juvenile.
Lewis: I was at that time living like many atheists; in a whirl of contradictions. I maintained that God did not exist. I was also very angry with God for not existing. I was equally angry with him for creating a world. Why should creatures have the burden of existence forced on them without their consent?
Lewis: All the books were beginning to turn against me. Indeed, I must have been as blind as a bat not to have seen, long before, the ludicrous contradiction between my theory of life and my actual experiences as a reader. The most religious were clearly those on whom I could really feed.
Lewis: I can only describe it as the Great War between Barfield and me. When I set out to correct his heresies, I find that he had decided to correct mine! And then we went at it, hammer and tongs, far into the night, night after night.
Duriez: Barfield believed that the imagination plays a very important part in how we know. He rejected the model that science is the only way to truth, to acquiring truth. He felt that the imagination was laid behind even the work of science. It gave meaning to propositions. And so he felt that Lewis was missing out in his whole approach to reality on what made knowledge possible.
Peter Kreeft: When Lewis talks about joy, he talks about something that he labels the central theme of his whole life. But what he means by joy is not the satisfaction of a desire, but a desire that is more desirable than any satisfaction.
Lewis: There was no doubt Joy was a desire. But a desire is turned not to itself, but to an object. I had been wrong in supposing that I desired for Joy itself. All value lay in that of which Joy was the desiring. The naked other. Unknown, undefined, desired. I did not yet ask "Who is desired?"
Kreeft: The very experience of Joy that Lewis had was an arrow that led to the target of belief in God. Lewis argued innate, deep desires do not exist unless they correspond to something that can satisfy them. If there is hunger, there is food. If there is sexual desire, there is sex. If there is curiosity, there is knowledge. So if there is the desire for this thing that is beyond this world, there must be something beyond this world.
Lewis: The fox had now been dislodged from the wood and was running in the open, bedraggled and weary, the hounds barely a field behind. The odd thing was that before God closed in on me, I was in fact offered what now appears to be a moment of wholly free choice. I was going up Headington Hill on the top of a bus. Without words, and almost without images, a fact about myself was somehow presented to me. I became aware that I was holding something at bay.
I felt myself being given a free choice. I could open the door or keep it shut. I chose to open. I felt as if I were a man of snow at long last beginning to melt. Drip-drip. And presently trickle-trickle.
I had always wanted, above all things, not to be interfered with. I had wanted — mad wish — to call my soul my own. I had been far more anxious to avoid suffering than to achieve delight.
You must picture me alone in that room at Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted even for a second from my work, the steady, unrelenting approach of Him whom I so earnestly desired not to meet.
Total surrender, the absolute leap in the dark, were demanded. I gave in, and admitted that God was God ... perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England. (Less) Channel: youtube
26,
11:51,
2008-05-10 21:48:46
Description: Clock Tower 3 (Playstation 2 -- "Released All Spirits" Run -- Completed on June
20th, 2007 by Nicholas "Sir VG" Hoppe
Can you watch this run before the clock strikes (More) Clock Tower 3 (Playstation 2 -- "Released All Spirits" Run -- Completed on June
20th, 2007 by Nicholas "Sir VG" Hoppe
Can you watch this run before the clock strikes midnight?
Speedrun Rules:
* Segmented Run
* Releases all spirits
* Takes damage to save time
* No deaths
WARNING: Clock Tower is rated M for mature content. While most has been cut
out from this speedrun (due to skipping cutscenes), there is still some things
that may upset, startle, or spook you. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Also note that the game is very dark. Please turn up your brightness to enjoy
this video.
Clock Tower 3, despite the name, is the 4th game under the Clock Tower name.
The game is considerably different than its previous counterparts, as it's no
longer a point and click adventure, but is more similar to Capcom's other
survival horror games.
You play a young 14-year old girl named Alyssa Hamilton, who's been sent off to
boarding school by her mom. Just shortly before her 15th birthday, she
receives a letter from her mom to go into hiding. Around this same time, a phone
call comes from her mom, but there is no answer on the other end. Worried, she
returns home to find the place empty, save for a mysterious dark man. Thus her
adventure begins...
Chapter 2
Segment 3
This segment, I'll admit, is probably the most uneventful segment in the run.
For this, I apologize. To make up for it, I'll give you the summary here in
text form, so you can skip straight to segment 4:
Danny invades my room (pervert).
Danny gives key to grandpa's room.
I use key to find a letter written in blood (ok, maybe not).
I find a pair of winding keys that I'm too stupid to find without reading the
letter (this is a common trend in the game. Deal with it).
I use the winding keys to change the clock from 3:05 to 3:00. This, I believe,
is the only clock displaying improper roman numerals (IIII instead of IV).
I wind up warping back into the past and steal from a couple of blind people
(I'm so nice).
I return a teddy bear and a half-heart pendant.
I see my mum and get another key from her to grandpa's desk.
I find a strange mask and put it on the wall.
I find some 100 speed 35mm film (grandpa is cheap, can't afford digital or at
least high quality film).
I take it back into the past, and it mysteriously works. Reveals a couple of
photos, one to a switch that follows the common trend. It's there, but Alyssa
is too stupid to find it without the photo.
Other Questions
Q3 -- How much did you improve the run over that suckfest v2 attempt that
started that fight in the forums?
A -- 5 minutes, 18 seconds, according to my timing. While I'm not sure where it
all came from, some came from the following: using the first door instead of
Alyssa's door at the beginning of the game, skipping a couple small cutscenes in
Chapter 4 in the hospital that I didn't realize were cutscenes, skipping most
of the Sigil Stones (I only get one and that's only because I can't get the
arrow in Chapter 4 without grabbing that stone first), skipping a couple of
Lavender Waters (I still had one extra), getting a binding arrow I missed in Chapter
5 (how in the hell did I miss that thing all this time?), and playing just a
hair better, cutting out most of the time when Alyssa went into Panic Mode. Yes,
that one in Segment 6 is pretty much unavoidable, since I have nothing to
defend myself with and I only planned 1 Lavender Water use there. I also got some
nice luck in places, especially Scissorman's boss battle (that's about the only
reason I keep that segment there).
This run is Copyright (C) 2007 Nicholas "Sir VG" Hoppe and is allowed for
downloading and private viewing. Permissions for hosting this run have been granted
to Radix and Speed Demos Archive. Public viewing of this run is prohibited
without prior permission from the creator. The selling or distribution of this run
for profit in any way, shape, or form including (but not limited to) selling on
eBay and television for profit is prohibited without prior permission from the
author. Any violation of the above listed may result in legal action. Clock
Tower 3 is Copyright (C) 2002 Capcom.
Will the real Lord_VG please stand up? And would the rest of you sit yo' ass
down, cause I'm the greatest and the latest and the best of the rest. Don't mess
with this punk because I'll kick yo' ass, you sass, you lass. I'm the
greatest runner yo' peace forever.
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