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Before the Rads
[The following testament is a sound-recording inscribed on wax. One of the earliest such recordings, it preserves the spoken reminiscences of Thomas Towler (b. 1790), grandfather of Edward Towler, inventor of the Towler Audiograph. Despite the experimental nature of the apparatus employed, the recording is of exceptional clarity. 1875.]
I remember one winter and it was a very long cold winter, and there was dire poverty in England then, before the Rads. Me brother Albert, he used to get some bricks and cover them with bird-lime, and set ’em by the stables to catch sparrows. And he’d pluck them, clean them, him and me together, I helped him. Our Albert would make a fire and get the oven hot and we used to cook those little sparrows in Mother’s roasting-tin, with a big lump of dripping in it. And me mother’d make a big jug of tea for us and we’d have what we’d call a tea-party, eating those sparrows. Me father . . . he went to all the shopkeepers on Chatwin Road and got scrap-meat. Bones, you know, lamb-bones, all sorts of things, dried peas, beans, and left-over carrots and turnips and . . . he got some oatmeal promised him and a baker gave him stale bread . . . Me father had a big iron boiler . . . that he used to make gruel for the horses and he cleaned it all out and they made soup in this big horse-boiler. I can remember seeing the poor people come. They came twice a week, that winter. They had to bring their own jugs. They was that hungry, before the Rads. And Eddie, did you ever hear tell of the Irish Famine, in the forties? I thought not. But the ‘later crop failed then, two, three years in a row, and it looked mighty dire for the Irish. But the Rads, they wouldn’t stand for that, and declared an emergency, and mobilized the nation. Lord Byron made a fine speech, in all the papers . . . I signed aboard one of the relief-boats, out of Bristol. All day, all night, we’d load big gantry-crates, with bills-of-lading from the London Engines; trains come day and night from all over England, with every kind of food. “God Bless Lord Babbage,” the poor Irish would cry to us, with tears in their eyes, “Three cheers for England and the Rad Lords.” They have long memories, our own loyal Irish . . . they don’t never forget a kindness.
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John Keats in Half-Moon Street
I was ushered by a man-servant into Mr. Oliphant’s study. Mr. Oliphant greeted me cordially, and noted that my telegram had mentioned my association with Dr. Mallory. I told Mr. Oliphant that it had been my pleasure to accompany Dr. Mallory’s triumphant lecture on the Brontosaurus with a highly advanced kinotropic program. The Monthly Review of the Steam Intellect Society had run a most gratifying review of my efforts, and I offered Mr. Oliphant a copy of the magazine. He glanced within it, but it seemed that his grasp of the intricacies of clacking was amateurish at best, for his reaction was one of polite puzzlement. I then informed him that Dr. Mallory had led me to his door. In one of our private conversations, the great savant had seen fit to tell me of Mr. Oliphant’s daring proposal — to employ the Engines of the police in the scientific exploration of previously hidden patterns underlying the movements and occupations of the metropolitan population. My admiration for this bold scheme had brought me directly to Mr. Oliphant, and I stated my willingness to assist in the implementation of that vision. He interrupted me, then, in a markedly distracted manner. We are numbered, he declared, each of us, by an all-seeing eye; our minutes, too, are numbered, and each hair upon our heads. And surely it was God’s will, that the computational powers of the Engine be brought to bear upon the great commonality, upon the flows of traffic, of commerce, the tidal actions of crowds — upon the infinitely divisible texture of His work. I waited for a conclusion to this extraordinary outburst, but Mr. Oliphant seemed quite lost in thought, of a sudden. I then explained to him, as nearly as possible in layman’s terms, how the nature of the human eye necessitates, in kinotropy, both remarkable speed and remarkable complexity. For this reason, I concluded, we kinotropists must be numbered among Britain’s most adept programmers of Enginery of any sort, and virtually all advances in the compression of data have originated as kinotropic applications. At this point, he interrupted again, asking if I had indeed said “the compression of data,” and was I familiar with the term “algorithmic compression”? I assured him that I was. He rose, then, and going to a bureau near at hand, he brought out what I took to be a wooden box of the sort used to transport scientific instruments, though this was partially covered, it seemed, with remnants of white plaster. And would I be so kind, he requested, as to examine the cards within, copy them for safekeeping, and privately report to him upon the nature of their content? He had no idea of their astonishing import, you see, no idea whatever. -JOHN KEATS, quoted in an interview conducted by H. S. Lywood, for The Monthly Review of the Steam Intellect Society, May 1857.