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Charles I of England

Charles I (November 19, 1600 – January 30, 1649) was King of England, King of Scotland, and King of Ireland from 27 March 1625 until his execution in 1649. After his succession in 1625, Charles quarrelled with the Parliament of England, which sought to curb his royal prerogative. Charles believed in the divine right of kings, and was determined to govern according to his own conscience.

Quotes

 * Be your holiness persuaded that I am, and ever shall be, of such moderation as to keep aloof, as far as possible, from every undertaking which may testify any hatred towards the Roman Catholic religion. Nay, rather I will seize all opportunities, by a gentle and generous mode of conduct, to remove all sinister suspicions entirely; so that, as we all confess one undivided Trinity and one Christ crucified, we may be banded together unanimously into one faith.
 * Letter to Pope Gregory XV (20 April 1623), quoted in Sir Charles Petrie (ed.), The Letters...of King Charles I (1935), p. 16

 * Princes are not bound to give an account of their Actions but to God alone.
 * Declaration on the dissolution of Parliament (10 March 1628)

 * Being by God's ordinance, according to our just title, Defender of the Faith, and Supreme Governor of the Church, within these our dominions, we hold it most agreeable to this our kingly office, and our own religious zeal, to conserve and maintain the Church committed to our charge, in the unity of true religion, and in the bond of peace; and not to suffer unnecessary disputations, altercations, or questions to be raised, which may nourish faction both in the Church and Commonwealth.
 * The King's Declaration Prefixed to the Articles of Religion (November 1628), quoted in S. R. Gardner, The Constitutional Documents of the Puritan Revolution 1628–1660 (1889), p. 9

 * That the Articles of the Church of England (which have been allowed and authorised heretofore, and which our clergy generally have subscribed unto) do contain the true doctrine of the Church of England agreeable to God's Word: which we do therefore ratify and confirm, requiring all our loving subjects to continue in the uniform profession thereof, and prohibiting the least difference from the said Articles.
 * The King's Declaration Prefixed to the Articles of Religion (November 1628), quoted in S. R. Gardner, The Constitutional Documents of the Puritan Revolution 1628–1660 (1889), p. 9

 * Since I see all the birds are flown, I do expect from you that you will send them unto me as soon as they return hither. But, I assure you on the word of a king, I never did intend any force, but shall proceed against them in a legal and fair way, for I never meant any other.
 * Statement in the House of Commons after failing to arrest five members (4 January 1642), from the journal of Sir Simonds d'Ewes

 * I confess that, speaking as a mere soldier or statesman, there is no probability of my ruin; yet, as a Christian, I must tell you that God will not suffer rebels and traitors to prosper, nor this cause be overthrown, and whatever personal punishment it shall please hi to inflict on me, must not make me repine, much less give over this quarrel... Indeed, I cannot flatter myself with the expectation of good success more than this, to end my days with honour and a good conscience.
 * Remark to Prince Rupert of the Rhine in 1646, just before surrendering to the Scots. As quoted in Early Modern England: A Narrative History (2009) by Robert Bucholz and Newton Key, p. 258

 * I am no less confident, that no learned lawyer will affirm that an impeachment can lie against the King, they all going in his name: and one of their maxims is, that the King can do no wrong.
 * Reasons for declining the jurisdiction of the High Court of Justice (21 January 1649)

Sirs, It was for this that now I Have come here. If I would have given way to an Arbitrary way, for to have all Laws changed according to the power of the Sword, I needed not to have come here; and therefore, I tell you, (and I pray God it be not laid to your charge) That I Am the Martyr of the People.
 * For the people. And truly I desire their Liberty and Freedom as much as any Body whomsoever. But I must tell you, That their Liberty and Freedom, consists in having of Government; those Laws, by which their Life and their goods may be most their own. It is not for having a share in government (Sir) that is nothing pertaining to them. A subject and a sovereign are clean different things, and therefore until they do that, I mean, that you do put the people in that liberty as I say, certainly they will never enjoy themselves.
 * On the scaffold before his execution. (30 January, 1649).

 * I go from a corruptible to an incorruptible Crown, where no disturbance can be, no disturbance in the World.
 * Last words, said on the scaffold before his execution. (30 January, 1649).

Quotes about Charles I

 * Unlike James, Charles looked every inch a Divine Right monarch, despite his short stature. That is, he bore himself with regal dignity and maintained proper courtly etiquette at all times. He was also monogamous and kept a much more respectable court than his father. Highly cultured, he was probably the greatest connoisseur ever to sit on the English throne. Charles sent his diplomats scouring the studios of Europe to fill Whitehall Palace with the most distinguished collection of artwork of any early modern ruler. At his insistence both Rubens and van Dyck came to England and painted for the Stuarts. Van Dyck's portraits of the royal family are one of the great achievements of Western art and kingly propaganda, projecting an image of monarchy so serenely confident in its exercise of divinely inspired royal power.
 * Richard Bucholz and Newton Key, Early Modern England, 1485-1714: A Narrative History (2009), p. 230

 * Unfortunately, that image also concealed a more ambiguous reality. As with so many rulers before him, the new king's good qualities had a dark side. Charles's sense of royal dignity often struck his subjects as mere aloofness; indeed, it cannot be said that he was often generous or possessed of a common touch. Perhaps his punctiliousness compensated for insecurity: over his short stature, his stutter, and his general awkwardness in dealing with people. Unlike his voluble father, Charles was a shy and reticent man who, nevertheless, rarely took advice. He would make a decision or issue an order as a matter of royal prerogative, without consultation, then expect unquestioning obedience, no matter how apparently absurd the demand. He felt no need to explain himself to his parliaments or his people. As a result, his enemies were often able to put their own "spin" on his motives. His authoritarianism was the product of an inflexible mind which saw dissent as disloyalty, retreat as a sign of weakness. That is, unlike James, Charles was very nearly incapabe of compromise or even understanding opposing viewpoints. His court may have been more decorous than his father's, but it was also more narrow. Buckingham was allowed no rival in distributing patronage and politicians out of royal favor received clear signals that they were not welcome. This left the court isolated from opinion in the rest of the country.
 * Richard Bucholz and Newton Key, Early Modern England, 1485-1714: A Narrative History (2009), p. 230

 * Charles did not wish to moderate between competing views; he expected compliance and he was perfectly capable of being disingenuous or duplicitous in order to win it.
 * Richard Bucholz and Newton Key, Early Modern England, 1485-1714: A Narrative History (2009), p. 230

 * Refusing to recognize the court's authority, Charles stood or sat impassively and disdainfully, but with great dignity, as the prosecution sought to make its case. The spectacle must have been impressive: the largest medieval hall in England packed to the rafters with spectators. At its south end, on several tiers of red velvet benches sat the commissioners: assorted army officers, MPs, and gentlemen, presided over by a heretofore obscure judge, John Bradshaw (1602-59). Before them sat an array of lawyers and clerks, all in black. At the north end and in the upper galleries, crowds of spectators, held back by wooden rails and soldiers in their red coats. On the other side of a hastily constructed wooden partition, in a makeshift dock in the middle of the hall, the magnetic object of all eyes, a solitary figure in black, but for the brilliant blue and silver of the Star and Garter- the king. Given his refusal to make or plead a case, the verdict was a foregone conclusion. King Charles was found guilty of high crimes and misdemeanors against the people of England. On January 27 he was condemned to death by beheading. At this point he demanded to speak, but Parliament was not about to let him do so now. Instead, 59 commissioners signed the most notorious death warrant in English history. Years later, upon losing the first English Civil War, Charles I had stated "that if I cannot live as a king, I shall die like a gentleman." He now set about to do precisely that.
 * Richard Bucholz and Newton Key, Early Modern England, 1485-1714: A Narrative History (2009), p. 261-262

 * The night before his execution, the king burned his papers and saw his youngest children for the last time. The next morning, January 30, 1649, he rose and, after asking about the weather outside, put on an extra shirt for the walk across St. James' Park to the scaffold: ever concerned with the dignity of his appearance, Charles did not want to create an impression of fear by shivering. He was escorted by armed guard through the park to the Banqueting House at Whitehall- one of those expensive building projects of his father's which had so alienated the English taxpayer. One wonders what he thought as he walked through the hall under its magnificent ceiling- a depiction of his father's apotheosis in heaven by Peter Paul Rubens- and thus the sort of expensive art project which had proved controversial in his own ill-fated reign. At the end of his walk was an open window facing west; outside it a scaffold draped in black, at the center of which was the block. Beyond and below stood a crowd of ordinary Londoners, held back by solders. The king emerged ito the gray light of the January day and asked to speak, but, dogged by his weak voice and bad luck to the last, he was inaudible. He then turned to his Archbishop of Canterbury, William Juxon (1582-1663), and remarked that the executioner sent him "from a corruptible to an incorruptible crown." Turning to the block, he knelt down, said a brief prayer, and in signal worked out with the henchman beforehand, stretched out his hands. The axe fell and, as was customary, the executioner raise the late king's head for all to see. It is said that at this sight, which normally elicited cheers, the crowd uttered a deep groan.
 * Richard Bucholz and Newton Key, Early Modern England, 1485-1714: A Narrative History (2009), p. 262

 * Cromwell's charge at Naseby determined the Civil War. When the grim Ironsides rode down the more splendid cavalry that mustered under the royal standard, they destroyed Charles's last chance of keeping the open field. Thenceforth, all he could do was to move about amongst his strongholds, the reduction of which was the only work that remained to be accomplished by the victorious army of the parliament. One after another, some by storm and some by famine, garrisoned cities, towns, and fortified mansions fell into the hands of Fairfax and Cromwell, and as the year 1645 approached its termination, the parliamentary forces began to hem in the king's last place of retreat, the loyal and beautiful Oxford, the capital of the Cavaliers. The Roundheads were first discerned from the old tower of Oxford Castle, crowning the heights at a distance from the city. They soon approached nearer, commanding every road, and seizing every defensible point; but it was not until Fairfax had cleared the West, and driven the Prince of Wales to Scilly, that he returned northward with the main body of his troops, and prepared to invest Oxford in due form.
 * John Bruce (editor), Charles I in 1646: Letters of King Charles the First to Queen Henrietta Maria (1968), p. v

 * The question then arose- What was the king to do? His friends, even the most sanguine, deemed his cause irretrievably lost. Without money, his supporters ruined by the sacrifices they had already made, his garrisons compelled to plunder as their only means of support, and the country consequently universally disaffected towards the royal cause, it was impossible that the king could carry on the contest any longer. What then was he to do? He had now tried almost all possible courses. He had endeavoured to govern with a parliament, and had failed. He had striven to do so without a parliament: in that also he had failed. Again, he had been induced to call a parliament by which he had been driven into concessions, but they were made grudgingly, in bad faith, and with the clear intention of being resumed as soon as possible: in this course he had also failed. Lastly, he had appealed to the final arbiter of national disputes, and again the result had been adverse to his hopes. His subjects, esteemed the most loyal people in Europe, had met him, front to front, in the open field. His choicest troops, commanded by some of the bravest of the English nobility, had been beaten in many successive engagements, and, finally, had been cut to pieces and utterly destroyed. What now remained for him to do? Peace, upon the best terms that could be obtained, was the ardent longing of every one. The staunchest Cavaliers saw that submission was a bitter but unavoidable necessity. The victorious party must have its way. The cause had been decided in their favor. The losers must submit.
 * John Bruce (editor), Charles I in 1646: Letters of King Charles the First to Queen Henrietta Maria (1968), p. v-vi

 * Such was the feeling and the reasoning of the Cavaliers, but not of the king. Submission was a thing to which Charles could never be brought. It was his candid avowal with respect to his own character, that he could never yield in a good cause; which every man thinks his own cause to be. True, it was no longer possible for him to gain his ends by active measures; but he had not ceased to be a power in the State. If he could not govern, he might prevent his enemies from doing so. The weary and exhausted country could have no peace without him. If those who were opposed to him desired tranquility, they must have it upon his terms. He was beaten, vanquished, ruined, but no earthly power could induce him to sacrifice his royal dignity by yielding the principal points which were in dispute.
 * John Bruce (editor), Charles I in 1646: Letters of King Charles the First to Queen Henrietta Maria (1968), p. vi-vii

 * He believed that the machine of government could not act without him; that if he could only keep the public affairs long enough in the condition of dead-lock to which they were reduced, his enemies would be wearied, or would be forced by the people, into yielding to his terms. His mind was as full as ever of the most exalted notions of the sacred and indefeasible character of his royal authority. All who opposed him were, in his estimation, wicked rebel whom God would judge. It was his place to govern, and that of his people to submit. His sins of misgovernment never occurred to him. Regret that for many years his course of action had been totally wanting in the kingly virtues of justice and fair dealing never entered his mind. It never troubled him that he had sought to govern in defiance of his own concessions, in opposition to the even then acknowledged principles of the constitution, and in breach of his coronation oath. The only things which grieved him were his concessions to the popular fury which himself had roused. While such was Charles' state of mind, peace was out of the question. On the side of parliament, it was clearly seen that when a king sets up his standard against his people, he must conquer or submit; and that if, having failed to conquer, he refuses to submit, he must be deposed. To have yielded to him on the ultimate points of the contest, would have been to have relinquished the fruits of the warfare in which parliament had been victorious. What then was to be done? Simply to follow him through a succession of messages and answers, until it became apparent to the people that the country must be governed without him. That was the course for parliament, but what remained for the king? Nothing but to fall back upon his old course of intrigue.
 * John Bruce (editor), Charles I in 1646: Letters of King Charles the First to Queen Henrietta Maria (1968), p. viii-ix

 * Without much talent for intrigue, or even much dexterity in its practice, Charles had great fondness for being engaged in it. In all difficulties it was his resource, and at the time with which we are dealing he was fanatically sanguine that some one or other of his little subtle stratagems would ultimately succeed. We are accustomed to associate the notion of fanaticism with the opposite party only. They concluded that the cause of the parliament was righteous and favored by God because it was successful. Every one sees this to have been a dangerous judging of the ways of Providence from partial results. We can all join in condemning conclusions so presumptuous and so illogical. But the same reasoning was equally rife at Oxford as at Westminster. Charles attributed his want of success in the war to God's anger against him for his concurrence in the death of Stafford. He confidently anticipated the approach of a time when he should have drained the cup of vengeance. Mercy would then, he presumed, take the place of justice, and the storm of heavenly wrath, transferred from him, would fall heavily on the heads of his enemies. To help on the ends of Providence, to expedite, as he supposed, the coming of that happy day, and to gain time until it should dawn, were the objects of the many intrigues in which he was involved during the year 1646.
 * John Bruce (editor), Charles I in 1646: Letters of King Charles the First to Queen Henrietta Maria (1968), p. ix-x

 * Thus goaded, Charles, accompanied by three or four hundred swordsmen- "Cavaliers" we may now call them- went down to the House of Commons. It was January 4, 1642. Never before had a king set foot in the Chamber. When his officers knocked at the door and it was known that he had come in person members of all parties looked upon each other in amazement. His followers beset the doors. All rose at his entry. The Speaker, William Lenthall, quitted his chair and knelt before him. The King, seating himself in the chair, after professing his goodwill to the House, demanded the surrender of indicted Members- Pym, Hampden, Holles, Hazelrigg, and Strode. But a treacherous message from a lady of the Queen's Bedchamber had given Pym a timely warning. The accused Members had already embarked at Westminster steps and were safe amid the train bands and magistrates of the City. Speaker Lenthall could give no information. "I have only eyes to see and ears to hear as the House may direct," he pleaded. The King, already conscious of his mistake, cast his eyes around the quivering assembly. "I see that the birds are flown," he said lamely, and after some civil reassurances he departed at the head of his disappointed, growling adherents. But as he left the Chamber a low, long murmur of "Privilege" pursued him. To this day the Members for the City take their places on the Treasury bench at the opening of a session, in perpetual acknowledgement of the services rendered by the City in protecting the Five.
 * Winston Churchill, A History of the English-Speaking Peoples, Volume Two: The New World (1956), p. 229-230

 * By the end of 1648 it was all over. Cromwell was Dictator. The Royalists were crushed; Parliament was a tool; the Constitution was a figment; the Scots were rebuffed, the Welsh back in their mountains; the Fleet was reorganized, London overawed. King Charles, at Carisbrooke Castle, where the donkey treads the water wheel, was left to pay the bill. It was mortal.
 * Winston Churchill, A History of the English-Speaking Peoples, Volume Two: The New World (1956), p. 274

 * Plainly the fruit of the victory that could most easily be gathered was the head of the king. True, he had never moved from Carisbrooke, but was he not the mainspring of the whole of this vast movement of England against the Army, its rule, even its pay? Was he not the pivot upon which all public opinion turned? Did he not embody all those courses which the Ironsides either hated or could not unravel? Was he not a trophy gained by march and battle? At a moment of great hesitancy in matters of government, when everything was fluid and uncertain, here was a supreme act which all could understand and upon which the Army could unite. The execution of Charles Stuart, "the Man of Blood," could alone satisfy the soldiers and enable their leaders to hold their obedience.
 * Winston Churchill, A History of the English-Speaking Peoples, Volume Two: The New World (1956), p. 275-276

 * A strange destiny had engulfed this King of England. None had resisted with more untimely stubbornness the movement of his age. He had been in his heyday the convinced opponent of all we now call our Parliamentary liberties. Yet as misfortunes crowded upon him he increasingly became the physical embodiment of the liberties and traditions of England. His mistakes and wrong deeds had arisen not so much from personal cravings for arbitrary power as from the conception of kingship to which he was born and which had long been the settled custom of the land. In the end he stood against an army which had destroyed all Parliamentary government, and was about to plunge England into a tyranny at once more irresistible and more petty than any seen before or since.
 * Winston Churchill, A History of the English-Speaking Peoples, Volume Two: The New World (1956), p. 280-281

 * He did not flinch in any respect from the causes in which he believed. Although, no doubt, in bargainings and maneuvers with his enemies he had practised deceit and ill faith, these arose from the malignancy and ever-shifting character of the quarrel, and were amply matched upon the other side. But he never departed from his central theme either in religion or State. He adhered unswervingly to the Prayer Book of the Reformed Church and to the Episcopacy, with which he conceived Christianity was to be interwoven. By his constancy, which underlay all the shifts and turns of the tumultous and swiftly changing years, he preserved the causes by which his life was guided. He was not a martyr in the sense of one who dies for a spiritual ideal. His own kingly interests were mingled at every stage with the larger issues. Some have sought to represent him as the champion of the small or humble man against the rising money-power. This is fanciful. He cannot be claimed as the defender of English liberties, nor wholly of the English Church, but none the less he died for them, and by his death preserved them not only to his son and heir, but to our own day.
 * Winston Churchill, A History of the English-Speaking Peoples, Volume Two: The New World (1956), p. 281

 * I tell you we will cut off his head with the crown upon it.
 * Oliver Cromwell, in a remark to Algernon Sidney, one of the judges at the trial of Charles I (December 1648)

 * Cruel necessity.
 * Oliver Cromwell, reported remark upon his viewing the body of Charles I of England after his execution (January 1649), as quoted in Oliver Cromwell: A History (1895) by Samuel Harden Church, p. 321

 * Amidst the wreck of his fortunes Charles seized on the growing discord among his opponents as a means of retrieving all. He trusted that the dread of revolution would at last rally the whole body of conservative Englishmen round the royal standard; and it is likely enough that had he frankly flung himself on the side of the Parliament at this juncture he might have regained much of his older power. But, beaten and hunted as he was from place to place, he was determined to regain not much but all. The terms which the Houses offered were still severe; and Charles believed that a little kingcraft would free him from the need of accepting any terms whatever. He therefore intrigued busily with both parties, and promised liberty of worship to Vane and the Independents at the moment when he was negotiating with the Parliament and with the Scots. His negotiations were quickened by the march of Fairfax upon Oxford. Driven from his last refuge at the close of April 1646, the King had to choose between a flight from the realm or a surrender to one of the armies about him. Charles had no mind to forsake England when all seemed working for his success; and after some aimless wanderings he made his appearance in May in the camp of the Scots.
 * John Richard Green, History of the English People, Volume III: Puritan England 1603-1660, The Revolution 1660-1688 (1882), p. 247

 * On the twentieth of January Charles appeared before Bradshaw's Court only to deny its competence and to refuse to plead; but thirty-two witnesses were examined to satisfy the consciences of his judges, and it was not till the fifth day of the trial that he was condemned to death as a tyrant, traitor, murderer, and enemy of his country. The popular excitement vented itself in cries of "Justice," or "God save your Majesty," as the trial went on, but all save the loud outcries of the soldiers was hushed as, on the 30th of January, 1649, Charles passed to his doom. The dignity which he had failed to preserve in his long jangling with Bradshaw and the judges returned at the call of death. Whatever had been the faults and follies of his life, "he nothing common did, nor mean, upon that memorable scene." Two masked executioners awaited the King as he mounted the scaffold, which had been erected outside one of the windows of the Banqueting House at Whitehall; the streets and roofs were thronged with spectators; and a strong body of soldiers stood drawn up beneath. His head fell at the first blow, and as the executioner lifted it to the sight of all a groan of pity and horror burst from the silent crowd.
 * John Richard Green, History of the English People, Volume III: Puritan England 1603-1660, The Revolution 1660-1688 (1882), p. 262

 * The news of the King's death was received throughout Europe with a thrill of horror. The Czar of Russia chased the English envoy from his court. The ambassador of France was withdrawn on the proclamation of the Republic. The protestant powers of the Continent seemed more anxious than any to disavow all connexion with a Protestant people who had brought their King to the block. Holland took the lead in acts of open hostility to the new power as soon as the news of the execution reached the Hague. The States-General waited solemnly on the Prince of Wales, who took the title of Charles the Second, and recognized him as "Majesty," while they refused an audience to the English envoys. Their Stadtholder, his brother-in-law, the Prince of Orange, was supported by popular sympathy in the aid and encouragement he afforded to Charles; and eleven ships of the English fleet, which had found a refuge at the Hague ever since their revolt from the Parliament, were suffered to sail under Rupert's command, and to render the seas unsafe for English traders. The danger however was far greater nearer home.
 * John Richard Green, History of the English People, Volume III: Puritan England 1603-1660, The Revolution 1660-1688 (1882), p. 264

 * After Charles tried to rule as an autocrat for eleven years, the outcome was civil war and his defeat and execution in 1649. To us, that execution ranks as the truly revolutionary event of English history. But to see revolutions as incidents rather than processes is misleading. Charles’ execution was not seen at the time as a revolutionary triumph, whether for democracy or for Parliament. It was rather, as its instigator Oliver Cromwell put it, a cruel necessity’ to secure the sanctity of the Petition of Right. If that required violence, so be it.
 * Simon Jenkins, "The English Revolution, 1642-1689," in Revolutions: How They Changed History and What They Mean Today (2020), ed. by Peter Furtado, p. 18

 * There are thus grounds for believing that never since the days of Charles I. have we had either so much provision of work for the able-bodied or so complete a system of looking after the more needy.
 * Ellen Marianne Leonard, The Early History of English Poor Relief (1900), p. 132

 * The personal government of Charles I. has been more associated with the exaction of Ship Money than with attempts to enforce a system which has much in common with the socialistic schemes with which we are familiar on paper, and yet these eleven years are remarkable for more continuous efforts to enforce socialistic measures than has been made by the central Government of any other great European country. Apart from its success or failure the attempt is interesting, because it shows us the ideal of government which was in the minds of Charles I. and his advisers, and reminds us that these infringers of individual liberties were also, in intention at least, the protectors of the poor.
 * Ellen Marianne Leonard, The Early History of English Poor Relief (1900), p. 164

 * Historians are in general agreement that Charles I was a lamentable failure as a monarch and by 1640 he had alienated most of his subjects. While far from being a stupid man, Charles was temperamentally authoritarian, holding to an exalted notion of the nature of kingship as God-given and denying opposition any legitimacy. Cold and aloof, he lacked basic political skills and judgment and came increasingly to be seen as untrustworthy. He made concessions with the greatest of reluctance, and sought to reverse them later, and gained a well-deserved reputation for deviousness by negotiating with opponents while, at the same time, planning to use force against them. He pursued unpopular policies, none more so than his disastrous religious policy, and he was personally responsible for the decision to impose the Scottish prayer book which set the whole chain of events that would eventually lead to civil war in motion. Yet the entire responsibility for the conflict cannot be laid at Charles' door even though he had an important part to play in making it possible.
 * Keith Lindley, English Civil War and Revolution: A Sourcebook (1998), p. 5

 * He had received from nature a far better understanding, a far stronger will, and a far keener and firmer temper than his father's. He had inherited his father's political theories, and was much more disposed than his father to carry them into practice. He was, like his father, a zealous episcopalian. He was, moreover, what his father had never been, a zealous Arminian, and, though no Papist, liked a Papist much better than a Puritan. It would be unjust to deny that Charles had some of the qualities of a good, and even of a great prince. He wrote and spoke, not, like his father, with the exactness of a professor, but after the fashion of intelligent and well educated gentlemen. His taste in literature and art was excellent, his manner dignified, though not gracious, his domestic life without blemish. Faithlessness was the chief cause of his disasters, and is the chief stain on his memory. He was, in truth, impelled by an incurable propensity to dark and crooked ways. It may seem strange that his conscience, which, on occasions of little moment, was sufficiently sensitive, should never have reproached him with this great vice. But there is reason to believe that he was perfidious, not only from constitution and from habit, but also on principle. He seems to have learned from the theologians whom he most esteemed that between him and his subjects there could be nothing of the nature of mutual contract; that he could not, even if he would, divest himself of his despotic authority; and that, in every promise which he made, there was an implied reservation that such promise might be broken in case of necessity, and that of the necessity he was the sole judge.
 * Thomas Macaulay, The History of England from the Accession of James the Second, Volume I, ed. C. H. Firth (1913), pp. 71-72

 * At the same time it became more evident than ever that the King could not be trusted. The vices of Charles had grown upon him. They were, indeed, vices which difficulties and perplexities generally bring out in the strongest light. Cunning is the natural defence of the weak. A prince therefore, who is habitually a deceiver when at the height of power, is not likely to learn frankness in the midst of embarrassments and distresses. Charles was not only a most unscrupulous but a most unlucky dissembler. There never was a politician to whom so many frauds and falsehoods were brought home by undeniable evidence. He publicly recognised the Houses at Westminster as a legal Parliament, and, at the same time, made a private minute in council declaring the recognition null. He publicly disclaimed all thought of calling in foreign aid against his people: he privately solicited aid from France, from Denmark, and from Loraine. He publicly denied that he employed Papists: at the same time he privately sent to his generals directions to employ every Papist that would serve. He publicly took the sacrament at Oxford, as a pledge that he never would even connive at Popery: he privately assured his wife, that he intended to tolerate Popery in England; and he authorised Lord Glamorgan to promise that Popery should be established in Ireland. Then he attempted to clear himself at his agent's expense. Glamorgan received, in the royal handwriting, reprimands intended to be read by others, and eulogies which were to be seen only by himself. To such an extent, indeed, had insincerity now tainted the King's whole nature, that his most devoted friends could not refrain from complaining to each other, with bitter grief and shame, of his crooked politics.
 * Thomas Macaulay, The History of England from the Accession of James the Second, Volume I, ed. C. H. Firth (1913), p. 109

 * In no long time it became manifest that those political and religious zealots, to whom this deed is to be ascribed, had committed, not only a crime, but an error. They had given to a prince, hitherto known to his people chiefly by his faults, an opportunity of displaying, on a great theatre, before the eyes of all nations and all ages, some qualities which irresistibly call forth the admiration and love of mankind, the high spirit of a gallant gentleman, the patience and meekness of a penitent Christian. Nay, they had so contrived their revenge that the very man whose life had been a series of attacks on the liberties of England now seemed to die a martyr in the cause of those liberties. No demagogue ever produced such an impression on the public mind as the captive King, who, retaining in that extremity all his regal dignity, and confronting death with dauntless courage, gave utterance to the feelings of his oppressed people, manfully refused to plead before a court unknown to the law, appealed from military violence to the principles of the constitution, asked by what right the House of Commons had been purged of its most respectable members and the House of Lords deprived of its legislative functions, and told his weeping hearers that he was defending, not only his own cause, but theirs. His long misgovernment, his innumerable perfidies, were forgotten. His memory was, in the minds of the great majority of his subjects, associated with those free institutions which he had, during many years, laboured to destroy: for those free institutions had perished with him, and, amidst the mournful silence of a community kept down by arms, had been defended by his voice alone. From that day began a reaction in favour of monarchy and of the exiled house, a reaction which never ceased till the throne had again been set up in all its old dignity.
 * Thomas Macaulay, The History of England from the Accession of James the Second, Volume I, ed. C. H. Firth (1913), pp. 110-112

 * From that day (4 January 1642) whatever of confidence and loyal attachment had survived the misrule of 17 years was, in the great body of the people,extinguished for ever.
 * Thomas Macaulay, Historical Essays of Macaulay,"Hallams' Constititional History.(P 100, Historical Essays Macaulay, Collins, clear-type press, London & Glasgow

 * In the early part of 1642 only two small minorities saw a resort to force as either necessary or inevitable. There were a few wholehearted royalists who for some time had been telling the king that if he did not show a willingness to defend his rights by force he would never be able to stop the steady erosion of his power; and there were a few radical puritans who were ready to resort to force to bring about sweeping changes in the government and doctrine of the church. But the vast majority of the two Houses of Parliament, of the nobility and gentry in general, of the government officers, of the lawyers, of the mayors and aldermen of the towns, of the leading merchants, in other words, the great bulk of the governing classes, still deplored the thought of resolving the disagreement by force, and still hoped for and expected agreement between the king, Lords and Commons.
 * Brian Manning, The English Civil War and After, 1642-1658 (1970), p. 2

 * Yet they were steadily being divided into two parties during 1642; parliamentarians, who distrusted the king and demanded more restrictions on his power, at least for a time until they could trust him with greater power again; and royalists, who were unhappy about reducing the power of the crown too much, and longed to be able to trust the king. This was not a division over religious or political ends. Thus men from the same social background and with the same economic interests, with similar political and religious ideas, found themselves in opposite parties, for the decision they had to take in 1642 was not a decision about the best form of government for the church or for the state, nor about the changes in the social or the economic order, but simply whether or not to trust Charles I.
 * Brian Manning, The English Civil War and After, 1642-1658 (1970), p. 2-3

 * Many of those who distrusted the king and regarded his obstinacy as the only obstacle to agreement consented to the raising of an army under the command of the Earl of Essex because they thought that a show of force would make the king more reasonable. They believed that no more than a show of force would be necessary because the king appeared to have few supporters and small means to raise an army; he would not be able to fight and would be obliged to negotiate. But the king proved to have more supporters and greater resources than at first appeared. For many were willing to trust him now that he seemed almost powerless. They did not wish to see him forced into an abject surrender which would permanently weaken the crown. They supported him because they thought that when parliament saw that he had the means to fight it would moderate its demands and reach an agreement without bloodshed. So by the end of summer 1642 there were two armies on foot in England, and the country found that it had drifted into a civil war that few wanted to fight.
 * Brian Manning, The English Civil War and After, 1642-1658 (1970),p. 3

 * Distrust was the main obstacle to agreement between king and parliament, but it might not have been an insurmountable obstacle without the conjuncture of other factors, which involved the lower classes in the crisis and drove a deeper wedge into the ruling class. These other factors were the fear of papists, the sharp decline of trade and industry, and an upsurge of class-feeling and class-hostility.
 * Brian Manning, The English Civil War and After, 1642-1658 (1970), p. 3

 * In 1603 King James VI of Scotland succeeded the childless Queen Elizabeth I on the throne of England as James I. Thereafter, although frequently professing an intimate attachment to their ancient kingdom, both he and his son King Charles I, who succeeded him in 1625, regarded themselves first and foremost as English monarchs. Scotland nevertheless still retained its own parliament, referred to as the Estates, and therefore its own quite separate system of government. Unfortunately, moves initiated by Charles I in 1633 with the aim of bringing both the Scottish church and legal system into line with English practice proved to be a disastrous mistake. In 17th century Britain religion and politics were still inextricably linked, and the monarchy's temporal and religious prerogatives were both the subject of passionate debate among the influential classes. Less than a century beforehand the struggle between Roman Catholic and Protestant had seen religious martyrs burned alive at the stake; and despite Elizabeth's generally successful establishment of the Anglican Protestant church of England created by her father Henry VIII, both her reign and that of James I were intermittently troubled by Roman Catholic conspiracies.
 * Stuart Reid, Scots Armies in the English Civil War (1999), p. 3

 * In England a strong dissenting or low-church movement (the Puritans) was hostile to what it saw as Charles' ambiguity towards Catholicism (his queen was a French Catholic), and suspicions of his rumored future plans for meddling with the Protestant settlement. Simultaneously, on the political front, resentment was growing in both England and Scotland towards the King's autocratic style of rule, which tended to unite very diverse groups in at least temporary opposition to Charles, whatever their fundamental views of the monarchy itself. On his part, Charles was continually frustrated by the grudging and conditional grants of funds controlled by the English Parliament which was increasingly conscious of its own constitutional powers, and of which some influential members were leaders of the Puritan religious movement.
 * Stuart Reid, Scots Armies in the English Civil War (1999), p. 3

title: Charles I of England


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Shelby Steele

Shelby Steele (born 1 January 1946) is an American conservative writer and a fellow of the Hoover Institution. His columns and op-eds have been published in the New York Times, the Wall Street Journal, and Harper's Magazine. In 1991 he won an Emmy, a Writers Guild award, and a San Francisco Film Festival award for his documentary, Seven Days in Bensonhurst. In 2004 he was awarded the National Humanities Medal.

1990s

 * In the end, black power can claim no higher moral standing than white power. [...] No power can long insist on itself without evoking an opposing power.
 * The Content of Our Character: A New Vision of Race In America (1991), p. 19

 * [W]hy are there no Martin Luther Kings around today? I think one reason is that there are no black leaders willing to resist the seductions of racial power, or to make the sacrifices moral power requires. King understood that racial power subverts moral power, and he pushed the principles of fairness and equality rather than black power because he believed those principles would bring blacks their most complete liberation. He sacrificed race for morality, and his innocence was made genuine by that sacrifice. What made King the most powerful and extraordinary black leader of this century was not his race but his morality.
 * The Content of Our Character: A New Vision of Race In America (1991), p. 19

 * [T]hough fear always seeks a thousand justifications, none is ever good enough, and the problems we run from only remain to haunt us.
 * The Content of Our Character: A New Vision of Race In America (1991), p. 20

2000s

 * Certainly since Vietnam, America has increasingly practiced a policy of minimalism and restraint in war. And now this unacknowledged policy, which always makes a space for the enemy, has us in another long and rather passionless war against a weak enemy. “Why this new minimalism in war? It began, I believe, in a late-20th-century event that transformed the world more profoundly than the collapse of communism: the world-wide collapse of white supremacy as a source of moral authority, political legitimacy and even sovereignty. This idea had organized the entire world, divided up its resources, imposed the nation-state system across the globe, and delivered the majority of the world's population into servitude and oppression. After World War II, revolutions across the globe, from India to Algeria and from Indonesia to the American civil rights revolution, defeated the authority inherent in white supremacy, if not the idea itself. And this defeat exacted a price: the West was left stigmatized by its sins. Today, the white West--like Germany after the Nazi defeat--lives in a kind of secular penitence in which the slightest echo of past sins brings down withering condemnation. There is now a cloud over white skin where there once was unquestioned authority.
 * "White Guilt and the Western Past: Why is America so Delicate with the Enemy?" (2 May 2006), Wall Street Journal

 * The great ingenuity of interventions like affirmative action has not been that they give Americans a way to identify with the struggle of blacks, but that they give them a way to identify with racial virtuousness quite apart from blacks.
 * White Guilt: How Blacks and Whites Together Destroyed the Promise of the Civil Rights Era (2006), HarperCollins

 * There is a price to be paid even for fellow-traveling with a racial identity as politicized and demanding as today's black identity. This identity wants to take over a greater proportion of the self than other racial identities do. It wants to have its collective truth—its defining ideas of grievance and protest—become personal truth.... These are the identity pressures that Barack Obama lives within. He is vulnerable to them because he has hungered for a transparent black identity much of his life. He needs to 'be black.' And this hunger—no matter how understandable it may be—means that he is not in a position to reject the political liberalism inherent in his racial identity. For Obama liberalism is blackness.
 * A Bound Man: Why We are Excited about Obama and Why He Can't Win (December 2007)

2010s

 * At every turn "world opinion," like a schoolmarm, takes offense and condemns Israel for yet another infraction of the world's moral sensibility. And this voice has achieved an international political legitimacy so that even the silliest condemnation of Israel is an opportunity for self-congratulation. Rock bands now find moral imprimatur in canceling their summer tour stops in Israel (Elvis Costello, the Pixies, the Gorillaz, the Klaxons). A demonstrator at an anti-Israel rally in New York carries a sign depicting the skull and crossbones drawn over the word "Israel." White House correspondent Helen Thomas, in one of the ugliest incarnations of this voice, calls on Jews to move back to Poland. And of course the United Nations and other international organizations smugly pass one condemnatory resolution after another against Israel while the Obama administration either joins in or demurs with a wink.
 * "Israel and the Surrender of the West" (2010), The Wall Street Journal

Why the Left is Consumed with Hate (2018)

 * "Why the Left is Consumed with Hate: Lacking worthy menaces to fight, it is driven to find a replacement for racism. Failing this, what is left?" (23 September 2018), Wall Street Journal

 * For many on the left a hateful anti-Americanism has become a self-congratulatory lifestyle.

 * The Achilles’ heel of the left has been its dependence on menace for power. Think of all the things it can ask for in the name of fighting menaces like “systemic racism” and “structural inequality.” But what happens when the evils that menace us begin to fade, and then keep fading?

 * [T]he left, whose existence is threatened by the diminishment of racial oppression. The left’s unspoken terror is that racism is no longer menacing enough to support its own power. The great crisis for the left today—the source of its angst and hatefulness—is its own encroaching obsolescence. Today the left looks to be slowly dying from lack of racial menace.

 * [T]he left gets power from fighting white evil, not black despair. Today’s left lacks worthy menaces to fight. It is driven to find a replacement for racism, some sweeping historical wrongdoing that morally empowers those who oppose it. (Climate change?) Failing this, only hatred is left. Hatred is a transformative power. It can make the innocuous into the menacing. So it has become a weapon of choice.

 * [T]he left is still stalked by obsolescence. There is simply not enough menace to service its demands for power. The voices that speak for the left have never been less convincing. It is hard for people to see the menace that drives millionaire football players to kneel before the flag. And then there is the failure of virtually every program the left has ever espoused—welfare, public housing, school busing, affirmative action, diversity programs, and so on. For the American left today, the indulgence in hate is a death rattle.

Quotes about Shelby Steele

 * All-out opposition to diversity mounted when Allan Bloom fired a major salvo with his 1987 bestseller, The Closing of the American Mind. That same year, the National Association of Scholars in Princeton, New Jersey, was founded to defend "excellence" from extinction with the help of intellectuals like D'Souza and magazines like the Atlantic. The Anglo generals in the war soon had a few lieutenants of color, like African-American professor Shelby Steele of California State University in San Jose (and later Ward Connerly, also of California). Steele attacked affirmative action, saying it represented over-reliance by minorities and women on "the power of being victims." In its place we should follow the Horatio Alger formula for attaining success through individual responsibility and hard work. Not long after came a few Chicano academics who also advised Raza students to forget affirmative action; just stop whining, study hard and help your mom sell more tamales, you too could be Hispanics.
 * Elizabeth Martinez, De Colores Means All of Us (1998)

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The Jungle Book 2

The Jungle Book 2 is a 2003 American-Hindi animated feature film produced by the DisneyToons studio. This is the sequel to Walt Disney's 1967 animated feature film The Jungle Book.

Dialogue

 * Bagheera: This has to stop. You can't keep trying to take Mowgli from the man-village. The boy's future lies with his own kind.
 * Baloo: Oh! His future can wait. [sighs] I miss my bear cub.
 * Bagheera: [sighs] It's not safe for him in the jungle. You know Shere Khan is looking for Mowgli.
 * Baloo: Just let Shere Khan try something. We handled old stripes once, we'll do it again.
 * [Bagheera walks in front of Baloo]
 * Bagheera: Baloo, don't push your luck.
 * Baloo: Outta the way, Baggy!
 * Bagheera: You're not going anywhere near the village!
 * [Before he can finish his sentence, Bagheera falls through the log then into the river with a scream. Baloo looks down the hole in the log. Bagheera jumps out for air.]
 * Baloo: Later, Baggy!
 * Bagheera: That's it! Hathi, Plan B!

 * [Indian music playing]
 * Ranjan: Hooray, Mowgli!
 * Shanti: Shh! Ranjan, hush. It's starting.
 * Ranjan's Father: [laughs] Come, children. [Ranjan chuckles] Come watch. [to Mowgli] Mowgli, tell us your story.
 * [Fire goes on]
 * Mowgli: I never knew where I came from, but I always knew where I belonged. [Title card, The Jungle Book 2] This is me and Bagheera, the panther who found me in the jungle. He's a good friend of mine, but my best friend of all was good old Papa Bear.
 * Shanti: A bear?!
 * Mowgli: Man. We had some crazy times together. And when the monkeys grabbed me things got really crazy.
 * Ranjan: Monkey! Go, Papa Bear!
 * Mowgli: Then I came face to face with the meanest, scariest tiger in the whole jungle, Shere Khan.
 * Ranjan: [roaring] You stay away from Mowgli, you mean old tiger... or I'll tie some fire to your tail and burn your butt! Yaah! [rips the blanket]
 * Ranjan's Mother: Ranjan!
 * [Mowgli looked up with the puppet show was finished]
 * Ranjan: Whoa! Uhh!
 * Ranjan: [muffled roaring]
 * [Shanti giggles, and Ranjan's Father laughing at Ranjan]
 * Ranjan's Mother: Oh, Ranjan.
 * Ranjan: I got him, Mowgli! Did you see? I got him.
 * Mowgli: You sure did, Ranjan... but it's gonna be kind of hard to finish the story now.
 * Ranjan: But we all know how it ends. Shanti blinks her big beautiful brown eyes at you, and you follow her into our village.
 * Shanti: I did not.
 * Mowgli: Did so.
 * Shanti: Something was in my eye.
 * Mowgli: Both of them?
 * Shanti: Well, you were so ugly you made my eyes water.
 * Mowgli: Well, you...
 * Ranjan's Father: Ha, ha! Now, now. We give thanks for Shanti's beautiful brown eyes. Without them, Mowgli would never have found his way into our lives. Come to think of it, you used the same trick on me.
 * Ranjan's Mother: And you still fall for it.
 * [They happily laughing]
 * Shanti's Mother: Thank you for a wonderful story, Mowgli.
 * Shanti: Goodnight, Mowgli. [she got beautiful blinking eyelashes at Mowgli]
 * Mowgli: Night, Shanti. Watch out for Shere Khan on your way home.
 * Shanti: You and your stories. Everyone know tigers don't come into the village.
 * Ranjan: [roars] Tigers go wherever they want!
 * Shanti: Aah!
 * Shanti's Mother: Ooh! [chuckles] Goodnight, boys.
 * [Boys laughing]
 * Mowgli: Tomorrow's gonna be so great.
 * Ranjan's Mother: What happens tomorrow?
 * Ranjan: Um...
 * Mowgli and Ranjan: Nothing.
 * Ranjan's Mother: Aha. Well, then, you will need plenty of rest...for doing nothing tomorrow. Off to bed.
 * Ranjan: [yawns] Ah, we never get to stay up late.
 * Ranjan's Father: [picking Ranjan up] Ha, ha! Even wild beasts need their sleep. [Ranjan roaring at his Father] Oh, help! Ferocious tiger!
 * [Parents laughing]
 * Ranjan's Mother: Ah, goodnight, my little wild thing. [kisses Ranjan's head]
 * Ranjan's Father: [hugging Mowgli with his chest] Goodnight, Mowgli. Happy dreams.
 * Mowgli: Um, goodnight...sir.
 * Ranjan: Why do you always call him "Sir"? His name's "Pop".
 * [Ranjan's Father put his fire and fire pit on the lid and cover it, and fade to black.]

 * Ranjan: [beats Kaa repeatedly with a stick for trying to eat Shanti] Bad snake! Bad snake! Bad, bad, bad snake!
 * Shanti: Ranjan? What are you doing here?
 * Ranjan: You leave Shanti alone!

 * Shanti: [regaining consciousness, realizing they're headed into the jungle and looking worried] Whoa, wait, wait. Stop! You're crossin' the river. Mowgli, you can't go in the jungle. It's too dangerous. Mowgli? STOP!
 * Ranjan's Father: Shanti, what is it? [To the children] Children, come inside this instant, all of you! [The children start slowly walking back to the village] [to Mowgli] Mowgli? That includes you! [Shanti worriedly turns from the Village Leader to Mowgli as he slowly walks to him] I'm very disappointed in you. You put everyone in danger. You know that you're not allowed to cross the river, and yet you deliberately disobeyed me!
 * Mowgli: But, but, I...
 * Ranjan's Father: No, Mowgli. The jungle is a dangerous place. I should know. [shows scars on his arm] You are confined to your room without dinner. That should gave you plenty of time to think about what you've done. [As Mowgli heads towards the village he turns to Shanti, angrily looks at her and turns his back on her as she approaches him.]
 * Shanti: M... Mowgli, I... I was only trying to hel... [Mowgli glares at her, and she sadly backs away and puts her hands down. As Mowgli angrily walks on into the village, Shanti looks on and holds her hands together.]

 * Baloo: Hi, kid. Mind if I drop in?
 * Mowgli: Baloo? Oh, Baloo...
 * Baloo: Shhh!
 * Mowgli: Papa Bear! Am I glad to see you. What are you doing here?
 * Baloo: What am I doing here? Feeling right for the first time in a while, that's what. Hey, kid. Show me you can still fight like a bear. Come on. [Mowgli punches on his belly] Oh, Little Britches, you lost your touch.
 * Shanti: Mowgli, I've got something for you. Mowgli, it's me. Don't be mad. I get grounded all the time.
 * Shere Khan: Ah.
 * Shanti: Mowgli, I'm sorry you got in trouble.
 * Shere Khan: Come on, man cub. Show yourself.
 * Baloo: Come on!
 * Mowgli: Whoa!
 * Shanti: Mowgli?
 * Baloo: Come on. Stick and move.
 * Shanti: [sees Baloo catching Mowgli and playing with him, thinking he is threatening her man cub and not knowing they're friends, shocked and frightened] Aaahhh! Help! Wild animal! There's a wild animal in the village!
 * Baloo: What?! Wild animal? Where? Come on, let's get out of here.
 * Shanti: Heeeellllppp!
 * Shere Khan: What's that bear doing here?
 * Shanti: There's a wild animal in the village!
 * Ranjan's Father: What is the matter?
 * Villager: There he is.
 * Shanti: Where are you going? No, come back! Come back! You're going the wrong way!
 * Ranjan: Whoa! A tiger! [roars]
 * Villager: Don't let him get away.
 * Shanti: No! Please...
 * Baloo: We gotta get outta here!
 * Villager: Shanti, get indoors.
 * Shanti: No, no, no. He's over... No! [groans in frustration, then quickly grabs a torch and bravely follows them]

 * Shanti: I'm OK. Mom, I'm so sorry. I was just trying to help Mowgli. And then, I got lost and....
 * Shanti's Mother: It's okay.
 * Mowgli: I'm sorry, sir. It's just...
 * Ranjan's Father: No, Mowgli. I'm sorry. I should've understood that the jungle is a part of who you are. [Smiles at Mowgli, who promptly smiles back and hugs him] I'm just glad you're safe.

 * Kaa: Oh, mercy. [a coconut lands on Kaa's face and bounces off; Kaa stares in shock to see Shere Khan] Shh-Shere Khan?
 * [Shere Khan punches the rock in Kaa's coils]
 * Shere Khan: Anyone I know?
 * Kaa: I wish. Stupid man-cub.
 * [Shere Khan hooks Kaa's throat in his claws]
 * Shere Khan: Man-cub?
 * Kaa: Ohh. [laughs] Did-Did-Did I ss-say Man-cub? [his coils slither away] Well, well, I didn't know. I'd love to stay and shoot the breeze.
 * [Shere Khan stops him from getting away]
 * Shere Khan: What's your hurry?
 * Kaa: [gulps] Uh, no reason I, I...
 * [Shere Khan crawls his claws on Kaa's coils, and he drums him]
 * Shere Khan: Where is he?
 * Kaa: Who he?
 * Shere Khan: The man-cub Mowgli. [scratches Kaa's neck] I know you know.
 * Kaa: Ohh... But, but, but, I, I, I, I, I don't, I don't.
 * Shere Khan: [grabs Kaa's throat] Oh, please don't insult my intelligence. It makes me irritable.
 * Kaa: Oh, he's not in the village.
 * Shere Khan: [squeezes Kaa's throat tightly] I know where he isn't. Now tell me, where...he...IS.
 * Kaa: Well, he's, he's... THE SWAMP! He's at the ss-ss-swamp, yes.
 * Shere Khan: Hmmm. The swamp, eh?
 * Kaa: Yes. [he uses his hypnosis technique with his eyes] Trust in me.
 * [Shere Khan lets go of Kaa's throat off in the ground]
 * Shere Khan: Hmm. He's better be. [steps on Kaa's neck with his front paw] For your sake. [steps on his face with his rear paw]
 * Kaa: [wheezing] He is! He is! [gasps] I'd ta-- I'd take you there myself, but I'm afraid I'd slow you down. Indigestion and all.

 * Shere Khan: [arrives at the swamp, but doesn't see Mowgli, then realizes that Kaa has lied, as he looks at the water] That snake LIED... [splashes the water with his paw] ...to me!

 * Baloo: What are you laughing at? [wipes the mango off his nose, then gasps as he sees Bagheera appear; he glares at Baloo as he climbs down the rocks and approaches him] What are you doing' out here, Baggy?
 * [Baloo put his hands on Mowgli behind his back]
 * Bagheera: Haven't you heard? Man is in the jungle.
 * Baloo: Wha-wha-what do they want?
 * Bagheera: They're searching for Mowgli.
 * Baloo: Mowgli?
 * Bagheera: I thought that perhaps maybe you have seen the boy. [smiles suspiciously]
 * Baloo: Me? Uh, no. Well, you know his future is in that village.
 * Bagheera: Yes. I just wish I knew where he was.
 * Baloo: Yeah. Whew. Sorry. I wish I could help you out, Baggy.
 * Bagheera: D'oh! Enough games, Baloo! Now give me the boy.
 * Baloo: Baggy, Baggy, Baggy, Baggy. I can explain. I can explain. I...can explain but I don't have to. Because you can plainly see, Mowgli is not here. I'm all alone.
 * [Baloo looks at Bagheera, then smiles, with his teeth out]
 * Bagheera: [sighs] I know he's around here somewhere, and he can't hide forever.
 * Baloo: Well, he won't get past you, Baggy.
 * Bagheera: Hmm!

 * [Mowgli finds Shanti and Ranjan, both of whom look scared by something]
 * Mowgli: There you are! I'm so sorry. Will you let me explain? [Shanti backs away in fear] Come on! At least talk to me.
 * [Shanti nervously points at something behind Mowgli; he turns around and gasps when he sees Shere Khan lurking in the shadows, he approaches the children]
 * Shere Khan: You seem surprised to see me, man-cub. I can't imagine why. I wasn't going to let you get away with what you did to me. You see, you humiliated me, man-cub. Surely you do realize I simply can't let you live.
 * [Shanti, Mowgli, and Ranjan are now terrified]
 * Mowgli: [to Shanti and Ranjan] Run!
 * [Shanti and Ranjan flee the area. Mowgli turns to face Shere Khan and throws dust in his face before running for it]
 * Shere Khan: Oh, you're going to try and outrun me. How droll!
 * Mowgli: [catches up with Shanti and Ranjan] Come on! This way! [Behind them, Shere Khan gives chase with a snarl; Mowgli, Shanti, and Ranjan climb over a log to some bushes] All right. Stay here!
 * Shanti: Mowgli, no! [Shere Khan leaps over the log with a roar; Shanti and Ranjan hide in the bushes] Ranjan, wait here. I gotta go help Mowgli!
 * Ranjan: But I wanna help Mowgli too!
 * Shanti: No! No! I'll be right back. I promise. Don't move. [Shanti goes after Mowgli. Ranjan is still determined to help, and gets his loincloth caught by a branch revealing it to be his butt, he turns and panics because to him that looks like a horrifying paw to catches up behind him while tries to follows Shanti, and is thrown backwards and comes face-to-face with Baloo. He panics again and tries to run. Baloo picks him up by the loincloth.]
 * Baloo: Whoa, whoa. Hold still. Calm down, kid. Now, where's Mowgli?
 * Ranjan: Shere Khan!
 * Baloo: [shocked] Shere Khan? Hold on! [puts Ranjan on his shoulders and hurries to the rescue. Meanwhile, Mowgli is still running as fast as he can, but stops when he comes to a lava lake surrounding an ancient temple.]
 * Mowgli: Whoa! [Mowgli looks at the lava nervously and looks back when he hears Shere Khan roar behind him; he jumps across and barely grabs onto the other side. He looks back just in time to see Shere Khan appear and quickly climbs up and races up the stairs. Shere Khan gets across with an effortless running jump. Mowgli enters the temple looking for a place to hide.]
 * Shere Khan: [laughing evilly] No matter how fast you can run, no matter where you can hide, I will catch you. [Shere Khan climbs up the stairs as Mowgli hides behind a gong, hyperventilating.] Come out, come out, wherever you are. [In the jungle, Bagheera climbs down from a tree branch and hears Ranjan's voice]
 * Ranjan: Hurry! Hurry! Faster, faster! [Bagheera sees Ranjan]
 * Bagheera: Oh, no! Not another Man-cub!
 * Ranjan: Can't you go any faster? [Bagheera then sees that Ranjan is riding on Baloo's shoulders]
 * Bagheera: [gasps and races alongside him] Baloo! What is the meaning of this?!
 * Baloo: Mowgli's in trouble!
 * Ranjan: And Shanti, too!
 * Bagheera: Who's Shanti? [Meanwhile, Shanti has just reached the temple and leaps across the lava before hurrying inside. She reacts with horror upon seeing Shere Khan looking around for Mowgli. She desperately looks for a place to hide. Baloo, Ranjan, and Bagheera arrive at the temple mere seconds later.]
 * Baloo: Take the kid, Baggy! I'll help Mowgli!
 * Bagheera: Baloo, be careful.

 * Lucky: Ask me if I can whup that tiger! Go on!
 * Dizzy: Can you whup that tiger?
 * Lucky: I Shere Khan! [Shere Khan gets annoyed by Lucky's mockeries; the other vultures laugh]

 * Baloo: [singing] Look for the bare necessities, the simple bare necessities, forget about your worries and your strife. Yeah! I mean the... [scatting as he bumps a coconut tree, causing a coconut to fall down, and he throws it onto a plant] ...that bring the bare necessities of life. [continues scatting as he bumps a banana tree, causing a banana to fall; he shoots the banana, nearly hitting Bagheera who's sitting on a tree branch above him, before throwing the peel onto the coconut] Now that's more like it! [laughs] Look at ya! Oh, growing like a proverbial weed. Let's see if you've still got it. [scatting] Take it away, little britches! [Nothing happens, Bagheera sadly watches Baloo from his branch]
 * Bagheera: Poor fellow.
 * Baloo: I said, take it AWAY!!! [The coconut falls off the plant and rolls onto the ground. Baloo's smile turns into a frown as he sighs] This ain't gonna work... You just ain't Mowgli. I guess I gotta get used to singing solo.
 * [Bagheera looks down at Baloo from his branch and can't help but feel sorry for him]
 * Bagheera: He's just not getting over that-- [gasps when he sees that Baloo is gone] Oh, no. Not again! Baloo. Baloo! [he runs off after Baloo as the screen turns toward the coconut and banana peel. The music takes an ominous turn as the footsteps of another animal are heard; a shadow appears over the coconut before Shere Khan places his paw on top of it and crushes it]
 * Shere Khan: Mowgli... [growling]

 * [A shocked Bagheera spies on the villagers]
 * Ranjan's Father: Mowgli! [sighs] Perhaps I was too harsh on the boy.
 * Ranjan's Mother: Don't worry. We'll find them. [they both smile]
 * Ranjan's Father: Mowgli!
 * Ranjan's Mother: Ranjan!
 * Villager: Shanti!
 * Bagheera: [shock turns to anger] Baloo...!

 * [Baloo runs into Shanti, and they begin to argue]
 * Baloo: You! You stay away from me. Hey, I'm here because when a member of my den has a problem, then I have a problem.
 * Shanti: [overlapping Baloo] You! What are you doing here? Hey, I am really not in the mood, okay? I spent the night in the jungle! I was attacked by a snake! But I really don't care, because--
 * Baloo: And, that's why--
 * Both: I'm here to help Mowgli! [they hesitate] You are?
 * Baloo: I guess we're on the same side.
 * Shanti: [still coming to terms with the fact that Baloo is benevolent] I guess so.
 * Baloo: OK.
 * Shanti: OK.
 * Baloo: All right. You, uh... go that way. I'll cover you. [Shanti hurries off; Baloo observes Shere Khan roaming around the temple from behind a gong, and sees Mowgli come out from his hiding place behind the gong a few yards away before hiding again. Baloo then sounds the gong with his fists, getting Shere Khan's attention. Mowgli peeks out and sees Shere Khan approaching Baloo's position. Shanti nervously bangs another gong, drawing Shere Khan towards her. Mowgli quietly observes Baloo and Shanti's actions and rings his gong with a couple branches, causing Shere Khan to hone in on his hiding place. Baloo sounds his gong again: Shere Khan immediately goes in his direction. The three then sound their gongs simultaneously, confusing Shere Khan. Unfortunately, the chain holding up Shanti's gong breaks off, getting Shere Khan's attention. Baloo and Mowgli gasp.]
 * Shanti: Oh, no.
 * Shere Khan: [chuckles] Well isn't this a delightful turn of events? [chuckles] So, what's it going to be, man-cub? You or your adorable little girlfriend? [Shanti throws her sticks at Shere Khan] I'm waiting! One, two--
 * Mowgli: [realizes that Shere Khan is going to kill Shanti and comes out from his hiding place and said] No! Don't!
 * Shere Khan: Three-- [turns to see Mowgli; he chuckles then scowls] No more games, man-cub.
 * [Shere Khan charges at Mowgli, Baloo bashes Shere Khan with his hip]
 * Shanti: Mowgli?!
 * Mowgli: Come on!
 * [they run up a staircase; Baloo grabs Shere Khan, trying to slow him down, but the tiger hits Baloo in the face, knocking him aside]
 * Baloo: Mowgli! Look out!
 * Shanti: [realizing there's a pit of lava at the bottom] Oh, no!
 * Mowgli: We can do it! Jump!
 * [they jump across and just barely grab onto the statue at the other end. Shere Khan is close behind and effortlessly leaps across]
 * Mowgli: Come on!
 * [he and Shanti climb on top of the statue. Shere Khan, using all his strength, climbs up after the children and corners them]
 * Shere Khan: Mowgli... [The statue tilts and falls. Shere Khan falls down towards the lava. Baloo barely catches Shanti and Mowgli. Shere Khan lands on a rocky outcrop in the lava pit. A second later, the statue seemingly crushes him. Baloo, Shanti, and Mowgli look down into the pit where Shere Khan fell. Shere Khan is now trapped in the statue's mouth; an injured but still alive Lucky appears.]
 * Lucky: Hello, stripes. You're looking a bit down in the mouth today. [laughs crazily]
 * Shere Khan: Oh, no...
 * Lucky: Hey, hey! What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? I always knew you had a head on your shoulders, eh, Khanny, my boy? [laughing crazily]

Cast

 * Haley Joel Osment — Mowgli
 * John Goodman — Baloo
 * Mae Whitman — Shanti
 * Connor Funk — Ranjan
 * Bob Joles — Bagheera
 * Tony Jay — Shere Khan
 * John Rhys-Davies — The Village Leader
 * Jim Cummings — Colonel Hathi, Kaa, M.C. Monkey
 * Jimmy Bennett — Hathi Jr.
 * Jeff Glen Bennett — Buzzie
 * Brian Cummings — Flaps
 * Jess Harnell — Ziggy and Dizzy
 * Phil Collins — Lucky

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Talk:Jose Stevens

...This kind of seems spammish, right from the first line. :\ The "several books which lead executives to transform organizations through these learned principles" sounds extremely spammish, especially without titles listed so we can see whether or not it's even notable. Only one book at ALL is mentioned, and the only External Link is an AMAZON.COM listing for that very book.

Again, seems spammy - if it's legit and just comes OFF as spammy, then somebody should seriously fix it. 4.235.45.112 00:02, 21 January 2007 (UTC)

Fixed spammish nature. --1000Faces 07:38, 21 January 2007 (UTC)

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Philip K. Howard

Philip K. Howard is an American lawyer and author. His known works are The Death of Common Sense and The Collapse of the Common Good. He is chairman of Common Good, a bipartisan legal reform coalition.

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 * The utopian urge that prompted us in recent decades to write the world's thickest instruction manual, naming it the law of the land, has led us to invent a device that, like detailed rules, also avoids the untidiness of human judgment. It goes by an ancient name, process, but its purpose is new. It once existed to help humans make responsible decisions. Process now has become an end in itself.
 * The Death of Common Sense, ISBN 0-679-42994-8, p. 60.

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Robert Wright

Robert Wright (born January 15, 1957) is an American journalist and author of best-selling books about science, evolutionary psychology, history and sociobiology.

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 * One chronicler of Eskimo life has observed, "the best place for [an Eskimo] to store his surplus is in someone else's stomach."
 * Nonzero: The Logic of Human Destiny. New York: Pantheon Books, 2000, p. 20.

 * That biological evolution has an arrow -- the invention of more structurally and informationally complex forms of life -- and that this arrow points toward meaning, isn't, of course, proof of the existence of God. But it's more suggestive of divinity than an alternative world would: a world in which evolution had no direction, or a world with directional evolution but no consciousness. If more scientists appreciated the weirdness of consciousness -- understood that a world with sentience, hence without meaning, is exactly the world that a modern behavioral scientist should expect to exist -- then reality might inspire more awe than it does.
 * Nonzero: The Logic of Human Destiny. New York: Pantheon Books, 2000, p. 323.

 * Maybe the growth of "God" signifies the existence of God. That is: if history naturally pushes people toward moral improvement, toward moral growth, and their God, as they conceive their God, grows accordingly, becoming morally richer, then maybe this growth is evidence of some higher purpose, and maybe — conceivably — the source of that purpose is worthy of the name divinity.
 * The Evolution of God. New York: Little, Brown and Company, 2009, p. 286.

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