Welcome back is a techno file edition of the breakfast on plus TV Africa and it's time for us to take a look at the headlines on some national dailies all right so we'll be doing a with the punch newspaper and the punch newspaper this morning lease with Nigeria won't break up says to Nibu meets US UK Saudi Arabia own voice their riders there president says Nigeria will continue to exist promises not to be a dictator it man opposes fuel subsidy removal kills resurface in Abuja Lagos others and Biden writes president to Nibu says Nigeria success is world success there you have his picture which was taken yesterday at the ego square in Abuja when he took the oath of office to become Nigeria's 16th president you have smaller headlines there solo loo a building sworn into second term Zamfara government elements empty Treasury you find details of that on the punch probe begins as rampaging use set Lagos police station ablaze details of that is also on the punch newspaper above the mast head you have to move a basket key others more and as the pussy dies at 7 to 1 that's high chief I live with the pussy owner of AIT and repart their very sad news that we heard yesterday about his passing well as the much I'll be taken from the punch newspaper I'm at the soul of the pussy resting piece the first independent media house in Nigeria when it was deregulated in the 80s or in the 90s rather we also are moving now to the Guardian the Guardian newspaper the top headline there is scarcity trails subsidy removal as tinnable begins house cleaning that's on page 6 if you go down you will see tinnable's house cleaning agenda and beautiful graphics there where things that he has said he is going to do well listed food security the fight exchange rate one million jobs in digital economy etc. etc. smaller headlines are with that are no opposition to blame as tinnable Mount Sandal gets Biden support that's also on page 6 so we'll look kicks off second term optimistic of the better Lagos page 5 dock where see I have lost a friend brother says a tickle as on page 3 error fire accuses Buhari of mishandling terrorism as sunny vows to secure Kaduna that's on page 4 interesting and controversy over Kali air assets 900 million narrow debt to error contractors that's coming from cross river state business page 21 those are the headlines will take from the Guardian today from the garden removed to the nation newspaper the major headline on the nation newspaper my plans by tinnable with the rider experts back president on subsidy exchange rate policies you have this picture there I must tell you yesterday looking at him I saw a man fulfilled and this picture captures that he didn't look confused he didn't look unprepared he a dream come true I mean he's been a governor senator and now president how many people can boost of this in their lifetime above the must-have you have that story about Roman docusy high chief Roman docusy terms of tributes for media mogul docusy airports named after Buhari Avolovo Idiabo others Ipman six probe of 60 million liters daily petrol consumption claim and goblers and for the gender in 28 states and right down you have highlights of inauguration address from yesterday's process in abuja what does the much I be taking from the nation okay from the nation will move to the leadership leadership leads with table hits ground running list critical reforms and the riders are to focus on economy power agriculture security and there's so many others that you might want to read on a read-up on that is on page four we have Buhari family returned to rousing welcome in Daora then below there of below the picture of the president you have subsidy removal Nigerians may pay 700 Naira per liter for petrol from July that's the story there on leadership that you can read on page 23 I think national airports named after Wollawok or Caddy Bo done for you others you can read that on page 7 and that's all we could we will take from those from the newspapers actually that's the final news about that we're going to take and we're glad that we are being joined by our analysts for today Chris Kane day one do member of the Chartered Institute of arbitrageous in the UK good morning Chris and welcome to day after inauguration you were not at Eagle Square yesterday I presume but I'm very sure you you you watched what was going on and you had your takeaways as it was. Yes I wasn't at Eagle Square but I was at the Alfaibam stadium in Uyunu where I watched the Australian ceremony of the Alfaibam state, the Uyunu Alfaibam state of Umo and now it was colourful as colourful as it is what you saw at Eagle Square maybe because some of us know that it was well crowded. So we decided to leave Abuja for now and go to where it's a bit more quiet but yes they expected the everything the match was in Abuja and the ceremony came out seamlessly and we have it this morning and we have the president a brand new president I used to say in look up a pan you know Pan Peugeot in those days when you say pan it's a brand new president who seems to want to hit the ground running with policy statements which he has already given out and we hope that will go up to give up to expectation and most of the promises he made we don't want to see the promises that we had in 2015 and people know that we are seeing the problem we had and sure we had got that. Yes promises were made to us that we didn't ask them what kind of promises so they gave us hope, we didn't ask them the level of hope that we could get and at the end of it all we end up short side of the stick as it were as president Muamanu who had made his exit yesterday after eight years in Sadu and the president came out yesterday and made it with an announcement was that Petro Subsidy was gone and the way he put it I read it so he said that there was no provision for Petro Subsidy from June so he wasn't the one that removed Petro Subsidy it was Muamanu contrary to what Petro was saying but Petro Subsidy was removed by the government of President Muamanu who stopped the talks of sitting at the end of May or June now so you see that the queues have returned and that is what we are going to face in the next few weeks and then we are just waiting to see how President Muamanu will be able to tackle that. Okay everybody is saying he has hit the ground running and one of the things that he has done to show that he is very proactive is that he has appointed three people key members of his kitchen cabinet as Morin would put it including Delea Lackey and two others you have seen the names you have seen what they have been in the past to the president and two the people that they did that job for like you know if they were in Lagos how they impacted the lives of Lagos people and all that so would like your comment on the first three appointments of the president? Well I am a journalist and also Petro, no I am not going to roam in that place as of this morning because there has not been any official statement to that effect so whatever we are reading has not been made of circulations and I guess somewhere this morning we are supposedly discussing of all I meant to know Delea Lackey said that it was fake news that no appointments have been made but there is no button fire so it might just end up having this name released today but officially there have not been any official statements because there has always been an official statement and somebody had to sign up on that statement that is out in words so but Delea the name has been put forward the only person I know in that list is Delea Lackey who was the commissioner for information and he was also particularly the spokesperson of the ABC presidential campaign although we also have 500 candidates Delea Lackey was more out in his handling of that of that office during the campaign so the president of the president is going to pick him as the spokesperson of his government that would be asked in Iran to go as it were but we just have to wait for official announcements but Delea the key appointment will be made by today I am sure the first you know whenever the government comes the first thing they perform news positions have to be taken immediately one is the media spokesperson of the government is doing this chief of staff to the president or the government as it were Delea is going to be chief of protocol and as it is three as a person when it comes to appointments and they are the first three line of defense for the ABC government so we said that officially whoever the three were let to be officially made and once it is officially made the person who is going to sign up on that first statement is the spokesperson of the president so let us wait and see what happens although there will be some reason to be a national newspaper that publish that story if you go to the website they have removed it I just check on this money as of those companies and I know that they will be removed that so let's wait and see but I am not denying that the story is true but I am saying that there is no official confirmation to that Okay so I am still on the punch newspaper you have Tinnubu Obasaki, others mourn as the opposite dies at seven to one Oh it is quite unfortunate that Dr. Regan and the question they might have pioneered West Bank Web's radio station in Nigeria as his leads is a very big industry and to him being the first in the industry would be an industry We have so much passion and so much love and we saw what he went through as the primary private radio station in the 90s how the military military, what kind of work did the military do to establish the radio power several times and the military didn't show up at the radio station and they were very new to television to AIT so when he was KVS it was just a one-on-one It was like how we told the military staff of that communication to confirm through the radio networks and the deputy director which had one of the deputy directors confirmed to me that which means that a formal announcement and in five minutes that statement came in That was when we went on and it was just unfortunate from the news I would get in which it was He died by exercising his treadmill and then when he went to the hospital he died so although he has been under the weather for some time for some weeks but he did just what the source told him I had to go out to the family and also to do that communication His impact in the broadcast sector is greatly missed, always respected, a great man that he was Well yesterday I was the swearing-in of the president and he outlined a lot of things as his plans for Nigeria One of the things we were talking about was the fact that you have already said something about the fact that the out-gone administration removed fuel subsidy so it is not his making I don't know if you were justifying the fact that he has accepted hoop-line and sinker what the previous administration did whether it is going to be bad for Nigeria or good for Nigeria He didn't have a say in it if you're comfortable with that Other things that he also mentioned is that he hopes to grow the economy of Nigeria such that the GDP will be up to 6% That is a tall order but it's realizable and he also said there will be food security, unified exchange rate, 1 million jobs in digital economy and so many promises that he made Nigerians have been asking the questions what is the marked difference from the promises that we started hearing from 2015 which he himself also was promising alongside the president, the out-gone president and all other APC So how confident are you that he can fulfill these promises when his party's administration could not fulfill the ones they gave us from 2015? What amount of confidence do you have? Yes, you know there came a 25-point change and I said we need as a rich kind of change and we are going to get to that positive and negative change That was a mistake we made and one of the people made the change in 2019 they said it was hope and we are so hopeful and we are hoping to get so hopeless We came out and said his plan is to renew hope and we are looking forward to it We heard the government saying that we are going to get 10,000 megawatt every year and we are going to get 80,000 megawatt by the time that it will be Today we are going to have about 24,000 megawatt This was a great job, about 3 million jobs We have one of the highest global interest in the world and we have more ideas on that And the government is just using up around that 32 million So I said we are going to do refineries and we are going to come around before that we have today we can come and we are going to find the same group of people They may not be 40 binaries or a casino and they treat it like that we are still dependent on the importance So, these are some of the key areas that the government made So I am very very skeptical So what is going to be these politicians come with their promises and say I am very skeptical because now it is a promise and they fail Let us see who, we said we are going to get 1 million jobs, I don't know where he is going to get that from But let's see if I can make it, don't forget that this is somebody that has been getting ready for this job I think he has been more prepared for the job than what was practically the first problem The president in 2015, after about three or four attempts When we were in our interest, we started to learn that Thinibu was a senator, he was a governor and now he is the president He said he knew no home, so he took my ride, that's what he can do But I take most of his promises with me just thought I would rather believe that personally if I have my way There are two key areas or three key areas I think it's important Number one is power, if you can get power right then the economy starts to revive itself Two is employment, if you can get employment, right Then we also will make it And then the economy, the economy encompasses so many things, so many things people But if you drive the economy there, then the economy will be created and there will be restoration So what I think, I hope I said it at the same time, but it's just a good point So it's nice that we are going to sit together in that one key area Alright, there's a bit of a glitch there, which question is going to be fixed If there are two key areas, and if there's one power, another one take on distance 10 By now, which have been home and drive in our distance best, those are the issues as it were And we don't have to, are you going to be there? Yes we are, clearly Yes, so if we are taking things on the stride and taking, if we are like, look around when the, what is the, when the messenger was in office He was able to handle the area of telecommunication and to do that so happy group we are seeing in the telecommunication sector So power to me is key, if this government can be able to handle the issue of power effectively then I'm sure that the economy will be the people best At this particular some of the rhetorics and promises, just let's put and see how it goes Yeah, I guess that's the position where we are at the moment, let's wait and see Let's move over to another headline there, which is San Uluwab Yondu Sworn into, in for second term, Zampara Governor Lamence Anti-treasurer You were in Aquabomb state, tell us how, how was it, did he inherit an anti-treasurer too? Did the Aquabomb state governor inherit an anti-treasurer? Okay, perhaps he didn't hear the headline I read out, San Uluwab Yondu Sworn in for second term Then Zampara Governor Lamence Anti-treasurer Yeah, so I'm wondering, I'm wondering since you were in Aquabomb to witness the Sworn in, whether he also inherited, if you know Aquabomb, I'll tell you that, whatever I'm going to be, Aquabomb seems to be one of the most progressive states in Nigeria I was shocked by what I saw here, my brother, he knew very well, he was out of this audience, he knows Is it, it is much much, our shop, I read the government has been very good at the basic infrastructure I met I saw here when I gave the rules, I've been very very good, and so many infrastructure that the government of in my knowledge would run Was able to create people of Aquabomb state, and it was just taken away, Aquabomb very good, I was in since 1999 And he also saw how the person in Aquabomb did a wonderful job for maybe for eight years that he was in Aquabomb So in coming up in Aquabomb state, I'm sure it's lucky, it's one of the lucky ones because a good foundation has been there for him I was in some of the, after the same money at the stadium, I moved to the centre of central party for the former governor He was the local government that was there, and was also a banquet against the individual And he read a lot of things which had to be confirmed by the real governor, and I think Aquabomb is a good hand So Aquabomb is a different government, and I don't forget that the surface that Governor has been running, I've been running for the chairman of ESC And the chairman of ESC said that an alleged 70 billion euro fraud has been, an alleged 70 billion euro fraud has been committed by the former governor And that has been the reason why there has been this issue between him and the chairman And he was the government that demanded to be done the last from him, that is still being risked So it's quite unfortunate, so many of the government's income problems are going to happen And one of the examples, the top of Nigeria, was the top profile of Nigeria The death profile that President Obama had to worry about this government, I wonder how they would say it's true Which is, I'm not in agreement with the government, with the kind of death profile that we have currently That has risen to some say it's about 90 trillion, it's about 80, and what that has obsessed so far So if you see how much we are using to service our death profile on a monthly basis, it is so, so difficult So just as it's a liberal drug, it's a sub-state, but nobody will take them for the job Nobody must be the one that says they want to take out this drug, and I'm sure as far as whatever We take out in our building the assets, so we take out in our building the assets That would be an excuse for them not to come They don't need the ground for it, and look at areas where they can be able to make some level of fortune For the problems of that people, they don't depend on our budget every month Why they don't depend on our budget every month, those are not going to be the problem Indeed, we want to see the calibre of leaders we are going to have this time around Last time you were here, you talked about all the possibilities that there are in some of these states to generate funds internally So let's wait and see what they can do, and as Bala Tinibu, the president, has said He took this responsibility upon himself, and I'm sure you're not pitying him, he knew what he was getting into They know what they're getting into, let's see what they will do with it Yeah, well, we are resisting the urge to keep asking you questions There are very many headlines that we could have talked about, but we are out of time unfortunately So we would like to just thank you for being a part of our show Keep eating all the chicken, and forgetting about us Anyway, Chris, it was so good having you, it's always good having you on the show And we wish you a safe journey home when you're ready to return Thank you very much Okay, that was Chris Wandoo, a member of the Chattat Institute of Abitrators in the UK He was talking to us from Oyu, and we'll take a short break And when we return, we'll be looking at something else We'll be looking at the economic future of Nigeria under a new presidency Stay with us


Halo 3 is a masterpiece.  This is the third part in this series and you don't gotta wristband. Go back and watch these then come in. Also, the whole playthrough of Halo 3 was streamed live, so join the Discord if you want notifications or to promote your content and stay connected with what I'm doing. Alright, you can come in now. 2007 was a great year for video games. You had Modern Warfare, Super Mario Galaxy, Assassin's Creed, Uncharted, BioShock and many more. In between those titles was a small little game that nobody cared about called Halo 3. I'm bullshitting and you understand this was not the case. Even if you were a little kid that couldn't spell Wednesday, you still knew about Halo 3 at the time. Halo 3 has become as iconic as Jesus at this point and as time goes on, fans grow more attached to the game. I'm gonna start picking up the pace now, so stay with me, because even if you didn't get to experience Halo 3, you're gonna listen and understand why your childhood will forever be worse than mine. Cry to the bank. Halo 3 was the first mainstream video game to have the community carry the game instead of the base game itself. The game released when YouTube was just starting to pick up traction, where normal people would LOL to Ray William Johnson and Cat videos, gamers on the site swarming the platform, flooding the website with Halo 3 content. You had the birth of Machinima before it was a riddled corpse that would post community highlights and clips around Halo 3. You also had Rooster Teeth hitting its peak with Red vs. Blue, which was a machine animated sort series and had some of its best seasons in Halo 3, and this could be due to its new Forge game mode. Player interaction was also at an all-time high in video games that gamers making friends through multiplayer matches and custom games. And this is due to Xbox 360's party chat feature in Halo 3's player freedom.   So who the fuck's the real winner here? Because of Halo 3, I got to make dozens of friends off of it as well as Reach, and this is due to Bungie's utilization of player expression. It's funny to see how Bungie has retracted over the years with Destiny being their least expressive game ever, only allowing you to choose three races and classes, as well as having a game mechanic that makes you sacrifice customization in order to progress. But Skipper, that's your opinion.  I mentioned Red vs. Blue earlier because Red vs. Blue was filmed on sets made in Forge.  Forge was a sandbox editor that was introduced in Halo 3 and let players get creative in a sandbox. Some might see this as tedious and excessive, but these are the same people who still played League of Legends in 2020. Forge led to people making weird and extremely fun game modes such as Fat Kid, Speed, Halo, Crash of Derby, Cops and Robbers and many more.  And if you play Halo, you definitely know what Griffball is. It was important to break down the game's community before I started talking about the base game so you could understand my headspace, so now I'll transition to the main game. Halo 3 is a classic game that's beloved by almost anyone who's played in their youth, so it's hard to say anything original, but I'll attempt. Halo 3 has had a good launch on PC, but not a flawless one. To anybody who watched me stream the game, you would know that me and Alex ran into a bug where we lost connection when trying to play the campaign and co-op. And the only solution was to cap the game at 60fps. But besides that hiccup, the port has been actually really good. Halo 3 is well-optimizing to quickly summarize it so you don't fall asleep, but game's optimization determines if the game runs well.  Wow, a 12-year-old game runs good, no wonder, and you're right. So, enough about the game's performance, let's discuss about the technical aspects. The jump of graphics from Halo 2 to 3 was exponential, even now with Halo 3 being 12 years old, its age greatly and holds up really well. The textures, lighting, and reflection are great and is the reason this game still looks really good given the year being 2020. I love Halo Reach, but when looking at it, it's clear to tell it's a game from 2010, and when stood next to Halo 3, it looks way more aged. This is because Halo Reach lacks the reflective lighting and placement that's in Halo 3, giving it the perception of being ageless. Even though the character animation and face expressions are very outdated, it's not Fallout 4 bad, but it's still not great. Moving from graphics, Halo 3's gunplay and firefights have also aged very well, with the guns going from hit scan to projectile-based detection, encouraging fights to be more close and countered instead of long-range. And this was intentional because of Halo 3's map design. Before discussing the layout design of each map in Halo 3, I should also mention their appearance. Another reason Halo Reach looks aged is because of its map design. Most of Halo Reach's maps are either remakes or new designs built off Forge. So when you play Reach, it feels like a parody of the future with silver and green being the only outstanding colors, especially maps built in Forge World. What I'm trying to impose is that future Halo games lack the simplicity that Halo 3 had. Halo 3's maps' appearances are well balanced with different colors and architecture, with each map also being in a different setting. But besides the appearance of the maps, they're designed and balanced beautifully. Halo 3's maps have become iconic not because of their appearances, but because of how they're fit for combat. Valhalla is Halo 3's most iconic map, and besides, Reach has been brought back in every Halo since, but the map just doesn't work.  Halo 3's maps are built perfectly for the game, not being too small or large, and it benefits the game's mobility and gunplay. The gravity is low in Halo 3, so jumping lets you catch air for a bit, but allows the player to get creative kills and clips. But if used irresponsibly, it makes you a large target for snipers and enemy players. This next portion I'm going to focus on the campaign, and it's important you understand I like Halo 3, but I refuse not to point out its flaws. Halo 3's reputation and legacy has made people believe that the game is flawless and immune to criticism.  Halo 3's campaign is alright. Yeah, you heard me. It's not fantastic. Mind-blowing are amazing. It's alright. The new brute weapons are fun to use, such as the gravity hammer, spiker, and mauler, but the UNSC weapons are enjoyable as well, such as the Spartan laser and the return of those assault rifles and magnum. Halo 3 also adds a new vehicle, such as the chopper, elephant, and mongoose in the Hornet, which is the first flying vehicle introduced to Halo.    The gun designs are tampered a bit, but still share the same sound design from the previous game. But unlike Halo 2's remaster, we get all the guns in their base form.  The sniper's gold. Marl Donald is back for the soundtrack as well, and it's still well utilized throughout the game. Mr. Chief.    Do you hear all this epic music while we're killing our own people? Martin O'Donnell.  Okay. Especially on the mission called the Covenant. With universally agreed opinions out the way, it's now time to put on the mean-ass hater hat I promised earlier. When something becomes as iconic as Halo 3, it's held to a standard where it's compared to future installments. Halo 3 is fun. It's enjoyable and compared to any other shitty shooter campaign. It's very good. But it's definitely not flawless, nor is it the best in the series. Even though Halo 3 is a fun game because of its gameplay, art style, forge, and map design, its weakest link is its story. The story of Halo 3 is finishing the fight from Halo 2, which is blowing up another Halo ring while also trying to find Cortana. Halo 3's story is most identical to Halo Combat Evolve, which boils down to shooting bad guys without much depth. You could fabricate reasons of death like the game telling themes of finding a reason to fight or hope, but that still holds really little meaning to the campaign's depth, and is honestly quite reaching. Coming from Halo 2 to 3, you start to really quickly learn that this is going to be a click-and-blast game with a little narrative, just like Combat Evolve. But where Combat Evolve is more about its scenery and open landscapes, its sequel developed the world and its characters. And Halo 3 really goes backwards. Halo 3 has 9 playable missions and compared to Halo 2's 14 playable missions, you could definitely feel its length while playing. And unlike Halo 2, nothing is really developed to push forward besides Cortana and Chief's relationship. Which even then is really bare bones as it's the main focus in Halo 4. I get the marketing slogan for the game is to finish the fight, but all you literally do in Halo 3 is finish the fight from Halo 2. It's just non-stop action, and while it's fun to slap broods, jackals, and grunts at first, it quickly becomes boring and tedious after the 100th time. Not seeing events change or progress within the plot really gave me the same feeling of boredom when I played Combat Evolves. Halo 2's campaign is more insightful and interesting compared to Combat Evolve, and this is because Halo 2 got to learn about the Covenant and its hierarchy through the perspective of the Arbiter, as well as learning about the Flood. If you want more detail, watch my Halo 2 video, but the point I'm making is that Halo 3 has a weak campaign. The characters in Halo 3 are alright, but lack the depth and interest that they had in Halo 2. The Prophet of Truth is the last leader of the Covenant alive, so his death means the death of the Covenant. Besides his voice changing, which was awkward to hear, the Prophet of Truth's characters not expanded or interesting like he was in Halo 2. In Halo 2, the Prophet of Truth was a manipulative weasel who adored his position of power through the campaign. The player seizes and folds due to the feud between the Brutes and the elites, specifically the Arbiter and Tartarus. In Halo 3 though, the Prophet is just a basic bad guy with no deep-rooted connections within the plot, and just serves as an obstacle that you have to defeat. In Halo 2, the Arbiter was the link between the player and the Covenant, and as the game progressed, you saw the Arbiter's belief and faith diminish. Through the Arbiter, you also learn about the Covenant army, the shady politics of its hierarchy, and the radical loyalty of its soldiers. But in Halo 3, the Arbiter becomes a sidekick. Hey, this is not the right song to go up this song. And the only exploration of them is in the intro, and that's it. The Master Chief, the Demon, the number one threat to the Covenant stands up front of the Arbiter, and the only scene of distrust and conflict is displayed in the intro. Chief has killed hundreds of elites, destroyed the first Halo ring which led to the Arbiter being tortured and humiliated. And the Arbiter shows no distrust or hate throughout the campaign. Even from the perspective of the Chief, it's pretty disappointing. The Master Chief, the worst nightmare of the Covenant that was built to be this impendence of hope and heroism ends up fighting alongside the elite army on a whim.  It's like a forum. Leeds have killed hundreds of UNSC troops and the Chief is forced to fight alongside elites like nothing happened. While there's issues of immersion between Chief and the Arbiter, the elite and humanity troops is displayed through Lord Hood and Shipmaster, and I really appreciate it. Shipmaster leads more like a king with honor, where Lord Hood leads like a general with logic. And their class shows the issues of both parties within the truce. And the cutscene where the elites and ODCs don't interact with each other, which leads to Johnson and the Arbiter taking the weaponry from both parties as they come together as one. And I really wish this happened with the Arbiter and Chief so it could be more impactful when they fight as one. Also, the Gravemind doesn't appear physically in Halo 3 like he did in Halo 2 with his kick-ass cutscene that showed off his menacing appearance. Instead of talking to Riddles in poems saying that he's older than time itself, he just fights with Cortana and freezes the player.  The Flood had cool set pieces and enemies, but the Gravemind was equally as underwhelming and boring as the Prophet of Truth, bummer. Alright, even though I criticized Halo 3 for being linear with poor worldbuilding, I still said its campaign is okay. Halo 3's biomes and map layouts are unique and varied. As you've seen from my b-roll, Halo 3 has you playing in a jungle, in the sand, in the snow, and many 4-runner buildings. And the sandbox elements of every mission allow player freedom, which made the game super enjoyable. Some have open fields for vehicles or tight areas for combat and sniping and just basic standard firefights.  The AI in Halo 3 was improved from Halo 2 in both the Flood and the Covenant, and even though the elites aren't enemies for you to kill anymore, the new Brutes were still fun to fight while also being challenging.  Same with the Flood.  They are limited to fast-paced missions, so it was mostly just running and gunning instead of horror defense. Overall though Halo 3 is a great iconic game that revolutionized gaming, and even with the criticism in my state, it still holds a really special place in my heart. The multiplayer was fantastic and fun, bringing new people together to build a community. The Forge is revolutionary, allowing players to be creative in a sandbox, and the graphics were breathtaking and shocked everybody at release. And the good parts of the campaign are really good, such as the level design, level appearance, enemy AI, gunplay, and vehicle play. With that being said, I have a lot of people to credit with the help of this video. Alex has been my co-op buddy through every Halo so far, and I was really happy for this to be our last game playing together. But going in the future, my co-op pals will not be Donovan and Raymond.  Wait, Raymond, turn around. Oh, okay. Thanks, Alex. Let's finish the franchise when we get packed from bootcamp. Also, thank you to Donovan for replaying the game with me. It was a really great experience and you're a fun guy to play with.  I don't want to be annoying, but it really means a lot, and motivates me to want to better my content. 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Book 24 part one of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain, recording by phone. Book 24 Autumn Rivulence. As Consequent, etc. As Consequent, from store of summer rains, or wayward rivulence in autumn flowing, or many herb-lined brooks' articulations, or subterranean serials making for the sea, songs of continued years I sing. Life's ever-modern rapids first, soon, soon to blend with the old streams of death. Some threading Ohio's farm fields or the woods. Some down Colorado's cannons from sources of perpetual snow. Some half-hid in Oregon, or away southward in Texas. Some in the north finding their way to Erie, Niagara, Ottawa. Some to Atlantica's bays, and so to the Great Salt Brine.  In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing. All, all toward domestic ocean tending. Currents for starting a continent new. Overtures sent to the solid, out of the liquid. Fusion of ocean and land. Tender and pensive waves. Not safe and peaceful only. Waves roused and ominous too. Out of the depths the storms abysmic waves. Who knows whence? Raging over the vast, with many a broken spar and tattered sail. Or from the sea of time, collecting, vasting all, I bring a window-drift of weeds and shells. O little shells, so curious convolut, so limpid-cold and voiceless! Will you not, little shells, to the timpans of temples held, murmurs and echoes still call up, Eternity's music faint and far. Wofted inland, sent from Atlantica's rim, strains for the soul of the prairies. Whispered reverberations, chords for the ear of the west joyously sounding. Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable.  For not my life and years alone I give. All, all I give. These waves from the deep, cast high and dry. Washed on America's shores. The return of the heroes. One. For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself. Now I, a while, retire to thee, O soil of autumn fields. Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee. Answering the pulses of thy sane and equitable heart. Turning a verse for thee. O earth that has no voice. Confide to me a voice. O harvest of my lands. O boundless summer growths. O lavish-brown, perturient earth. O infinite teeming womb. A song to narrate thee. Two. Ever upon this stage is acted God's calm annual drama. Gorgeous processions, songs of birds. Sunrise that fullest feeds and freshens most the soul. The heaving sea, the waves upon the shore. The musical strong waves. The woods, the stalwart trees. The slender, tapering trees. The lily-pot countless armies of the grass. The heat, the showers. The measureless pasturages. The scenery of the snows. The winds free orchestra. The stretching, light-hung roof of clouds. The clear cerulean and the silvery fringes. The high dilating stars. The placid beckoning stars. The moving flocks and herds. The plains and emerald meadows. The shows of all the varied lands and all the growths and products. Three. Fecant America, today thou art all over set in births and joys. Thou groanst with riches, thy wealth clothes thee as a swathing garment. Thou lavest loud with ache of great possessions. A myriad twining life, like interlacing vines, binds all thy vast domain. As some huge ship freighted to water's edge, thou writhest into port. As rain falls from the heaven and vapours rise from earth, so have the precious values fallen upon thee and risen out of thee. Thou envy of the globe, thou miracle. Thou bathed, choked, swimming in plenty. Thou lucky mistress of the tranquil barns. Thou prairie dame that's sittest in the middle, and locus out upon thy world, and locus east and locus west. Dispensitress that by a word givest a thousand miles, a million farms, and misest nothing. Thou all acceptrous, thou hospitable, thou only art hospitable as God is hospitable. Four. When late I sang, sad was my voice. Sad were the shows around me with deafening noises of hatred and smoke of war. In the midst of the conflict, the heroes I stood, or passed with slow step through the wounded and dying. But now I sing not war, nor the measured march of soldiers, nor the tents of camps, nor the regiments hastily coming up, deploying in line of battle. No more the sad unnatural shows of war. Ask room, those flushed immortal ranks, the first fourth-stepping armies. Ask room, alas, the ghastly ranks, the army's dread that followed. Pass, pass, ye proud brigades, with your tramping sinewy legs, with your shoulders young and strong, with your knapsacks and your muskets.  Pass, then rattled drums again, for an army heathes in sight, oh, another gathering army.   Lo, your pallid army follows. Five. But on these days of brightness, on a far-stretching, beautiest landscape, the roads and lanes, the high-piled farm-wagons, and the fruits and barns, should the dead intrude? Ah, the dead to me, mar not, they fit well in nature. They fit very well in the landscape under the trees and grass, and along the edge of the sky, in the horizon's far margin. Nor do I forget you departed, nor in winter or summer my lost ones, but most in the open air, as now when my soul is wrapped in that peace, like pleasing phantoms, your memories rising, glide silently by me. Six. I saw the day the return of the heroes, yet the heroes never surpassed, shall never return, them that day I saw not. I saw the interminable corps, I saw the processions of armies, I saw them approaching, defiling by with the visions, streaming northward, their work done, camping a while in clusters of mighty camps. No holiday soldiers, youthful yet veterans, worn, swart, handsome, strong, of the stock of homesteadened workshop, hardened of many a long campaign and sweaty march, enured on many a hard-fought bloody field. A pause, the armies wait, a million flushed embattled conquerors wait. The world too waits, then soft as breaking night and sure as dawn, they melt, they disappear. Exult, O lands, victorious lands, not dare your victory on those red, shuddering fields, but hear and hence your victory. Melt, melt away ye armies, dispersed ye blue-clad soldiers, resolve ye back again, give up for good your deadly arms, other the arms, the fields, henceforth for you, or south or north, with saner wars, sweet wars, life-giving wars. 7. Loud, O my throat, and clear, O soul, the season of thanks and the voice of full yielding, the chant of joy and power for boundless fertility, all tilled and untilled fields expand before me. I see the true arenas of my race, or first or last, man's innocent and strong arenas. I see the heroes at other toils, I see well-wielded in their hands the better weapons. I see where the mother of all, with full spanning eye gazes forth, dwells long, and counts the varied gathering of the products. Busy the far, the sunlit panorama, prairie orchard and yellow grain of the north, cotton and rice of the south, and louisianian king, open unseeded fallows, rich fields of clover and timothy, kind and horses feeding, and droves of sheep and swine, and many a stately river flowing, and many a jockened brook, and healthy uplands with herby-perfumed breezes, and the good green grass that delicate miracle the ever-recurring grass. 8.   Well-pleased America, thou beholdest, over the fields of the west, those crawling monsters, the human divine inventions, the labor-saving implements. Beholdest, moving in every direction, imbued us with life, the revolving hay-rakes, the steam-power reaping machines, and the horse-power machines, the engines, thrashers of grain and cleaners of grain, well-separating the straw, the nimble work of the patent pitch-work. Beholdest, the newer sawmill, the southern cotton gin, and the rice-clenzer. Beneath thy look, O maternal, with these and else, and with their own strong hands, the heroes harvest. All gather, and all harvest, yet but for thee, O powerful, not a scythe might swing as now in security, not a maestock dangle as now its silken tassels in peace. Under thee only they harvest, even but a wisp of hay under thy great face only. Harvest a wheat of Ohio, Illinois, Wisconsin, every barbed spare under thee. Harvest a maize of Missouri, Kentucky, Tennessee, each ear in its light-green chief. Gather the hay to its myriad mose and odorous tranquil barns. Oats to their bins, the white potato, the buckwheat of Michigan, to theirs. Gather the cotton in Mississippi or Alabama, dig and hoard the golden, the sweet potato of Georgia and Carolinas. Clip the wool of California or Pennsylvania. Cut the flax in the middle states or hemp or tobacco in the borders. Pick the pea and the bean, or pull apples from the trees or bunches of grapes from the vines, or alt that ripens in all these states or north or south, under the beaming sun and under thee. There was a child went forth. There was a child went forth every day. And the first object he looked upon, that object he became. And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, or for many years or stretching cycles of years. The early lilacs became part of this child, and grass and white and red mourning glories, and white and red clover, and a song of the Phoebe bird, and a third-month lambs and a sow's pink-famed litter, and a mare's full and a cow's cough, and a noisy bread of the barnyard or by the mire of the pondside, and the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there, and a beautiful curious liquid, and the water plants with their graceful flat hands all became part of him. The field sprouts of fourth month and fifth month became part of him. Winter grain sprouts and those of the light yellow corn, and the escalant roots of the garden, and the apple trees covered with blossoms and the fruit afterward, and woodberries and the commonest weeds by the road, and the old drunkard staggering home from the outhouse of the tavern whence he had lately risen, and the schoolmistress that passed on her way to the school, and the friendly boys that passed and the quarrelsome boys, and the tidy and fresh-cheeked girls, and a barefoot negro-boy and girl, and all the changes of city and country wherever he went. His own parents, he that had fathered him, and she that had conceived him in her womb and birthed him, they gave this child more of themselves than that, they gave him afterward every day, they became part of him. The mother at home quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table. The mother, with mild words, clean her cap and gown, a wholesome oathor falling off her person and clothes as she walks by. The father, strong, self-sufficient, manly, mean, angered, unjust. The blow, the quick, loud word, the tight bargain, the crafty lure, the family usages, the language, the company, the furniture, the yearning and swelling heart, affection that will not be game-said, the sense of what is real, the thought if after all it should prove unreal, the doubts of daytime and the doubts of night-time, the curious whether and how, whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks? Men and women crowding fast in the streets, if they are not flashes and specks, what are they? The streets themselves and the facades of houses and goods in the windows, vehicles, teams, the heavy-planked wharves, the huge crossing at the fairies, the village on the highland seen from afar at sunset, the river between, shadows or viola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of white or brown two miles off, the schooner nearby sleepily dropping down the tide, the little boat slack-toed a stern, the hurrying, tumbling waves, quick-broken crests slapping, the strata of collared clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint away solitary by itself, the spread of purity it lies motionless in, the horizon's edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh and shore-mound. These became part of that child who went forth every day and who now goes and will always go forth every day, old Ireland.  Yet a word, ancient mother, you need crouched air no longer on the cold ground with forehead between your knees.  It was an illusion, the son you love was not really dead. The Lord is not dead, he is risen again young and strong in another country. Even while you wept there by your fallen harp by the grave, what you wept for was translated, passed from the grave. The winds favored and the seas sailed it and now with rosy and new blood moves today in a new country, the city dead house. By the city dead house, by the gate, as idly sauntering, wending my way from the clanger, I curious pause, for low an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute brought.  The divine woman, her body, I see the body, I look on it alone. That house once full of passion and beauty, all else I notice not, nor stillness so cold, nor running water from faucet, nor odours morbific impress me. But the house alone, that wondrous house, that delicate fair house, that ruin, that immortal house, more than all the rows of dwellings ever built, or white domed capital with majestic figures or mountain, or all the old high-spired cathedrals, that little house alone, more than them all, poor, desperate house, fair, fearful wreck, tenement of a soul, itself a soul, unclaimed, avoided house, take one breath from my tremulous lips, take one tear, dropped aside, as I go for thought of you.  Something startles me where I thought I was safest, I withdraw from the still woods I loved, I will not go now on the pastures to walk, I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover to see, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me. Oh, how can it be that the ground itself does not sicken? How can you be alive, you growths of spring? How can you furnish health, you blood of herbs, roots, orchards, grain? Are they not continually putting this tempered corpses within you? Is not every continent worked over and over with sour dead? Where have you disposed of their carcasses, those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations? Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat? I do not see any of it upon you today, or perhaps I am deceived. I will run a furrow with my plow, I will press my spade through the sod and turn it up underneath. I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat. Two. Behold, this compost, behold it well.  Yet, behold, the grass of spring covers the prairies. The bean bursts noiselessly through the mould in the garden. The delicate spear of the onion pierces upward. The apple buds cluster together on the apple branches. The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale fissage out of its graves. The tinge awakes over the willow tree and the mulberry tree. The hea-birds carol mornings and evenings while the shea-birds sit on their nests. The young of poultry break through the hatched eggs. The newborn of animals appear. The calf is dropped from the cow. The colt from the mare. Out of its little hill faithfully rise the potatoes' dark green leaves. Out of its hill rises the yellow maize-stock. The lilacs bloom in the door-yards. The summer growth is innocent and disdainful above all those strata of sour dead. What chemistry that the winds are really not infectious. That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of the sea which is so amorous after me.  That it will not endanger me with the fevers that have deposited themselves in it. That all is clean forever and forever. That the cool drink from the well tastes so good. That blackberries are so flavourous and juicy. That the fruits of the apple orchard and the orange orchard that melons, grapes, peaches, plums will none of them poison me. That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any disease though probably every spear of grass rises out of what was once catching disease. Now I am terrified at the earth. It is that calm and patient. It grows such sweet things out of such corruptions. It turns harmless and stainless on its axes with such endless successions of diseased corpses. It distills such exquisite winds out of such infused feeder. It renews with such unwitting looks its prodigal annual sumptuous crops. It gives such divine materials to men and accepts such leavings from them at last. To a foiled European revolutionary courage yet my brother or my sister. Keep on. Liberty is to be subserved whatever occurs. That is nothing that is quelled by one or two failures or any number of failures or by the indifference or ingratitude of the people or by any unfaithfulness or the show of the touches of power soldiers, cannon, penal statutes. What we believe in waits latent forever through all the continents invites no one, promises nothing, sits in calmness and light, is positive and composed, knows no discouragement, waiting patiently, waiting its time. Not songs of loyalty alone are these but songs of insurrection also. For I am the sworn poet of every dauntless rebel the world over and he going with me leaves peace and routine behind him and stakes his life to be lost at any moment. The battle rages with many a loud alarm and frequent advance and retreat. The infidel triumphs or supposed he triumphs. The prison, scaffold, garret, handcuffs, iron necklace and lead bowls do their work. The named and unnamed heroes pass to other spheres. The great speakers and writers are exiled.  The cause is asleep. The strongest throats are choked with their own blood. The young men drooped their eyelashes toward the ground when they meet. But for all this liberty has not gone out of the place nor the infidel entered into full possession. When liberty goes out of a place it is not the first to go nor the second or third to go. It waits for all the rest to go. It is the last. When there are no more memories of heroes and martyrs and when all life and all the souls of men and women are discharged from any part of the earth then only shall liberty or the idea of liberty be discharged from that part of the earth and the infidel come into full possession. Then courage, European revolter, revoltress for till all ceases, neither must you cease. I do not know what you are for. I do not know what I am for myself nor what anything is for. But I will search carefully for it even in being foyope. In defeat, poverty, misconception, imprisonment for day two are great. Did we think victory great? So it is. But now it seems to me when it cannot be helped that defeat is great and that death and dismay are great. Unnamed land. Nations ten thousand years before these states and many times ten thousand years before these states garnered clusters of ages that men and women like us grew up and traveled their course and passed on. What vast built cities, what orderly republics what pastoral tribes and nomads what histories, rulers, heroes perhaps transcending all others what laws, customs, wealth, art, traditions what sort of marriage, what costumes what physiology and phrenology what of liberty and slavery among them what they thought of death and the soul who were witty and wise who beautiful and poetic who brutish and undeveloped not a mark, not a record remains and yet all remains. Oh, I know that those men and women were not for nothing any more than we are for nothing I know that they belong to the scheme of the world every bit as much as we now belong to it afar they stand yet near to me they stand some with oval countenances learned and calm some naked and savage some like huge collections of insects some intense, herdsmen, patriarchs, tribes, horsemen some prowling through woods some living peaceably on farms laboring, reaping, filling barns some traversing paved avenues amid temples, palaces, factories libraries, shows, courts, theatres wonderful monuments are those billions of men really gone are those women of the old experience of the earth gone do their lives, cities, arts rest only with us that they achieve nothing for good for themselves I believe all of those men and women that filled the unnamed lands everyone exists this hour here or elsewhere invisible to us in exact proportion to what he or she grew from in life and out of what he or she did felt, became, loved, sinned in life I believe that was not the end of those nations or any person of them any more than this shall be the end of my nation or of me of their languages, governments, marriage, literature, products games, wars, manners, crimes, prisons, slaves, heroes, poets I suspect their results curiously await in the yet unseen world counterparts of what accrued to them in the seen world I suspect I shall meet them there I suspect I shall there find each old particular of those unnamed lands song of crudence Manhattan streets I sauntered pondering on time, space, reality such as these and to rest with them prudence the last explanation always remains to be made about prudence little and large alike drop quietly aside from the prudence that suits immortality the soul is of itself all verges to it all has reference to what ensues all that a person does says thinks is of consequence not a move can a man or woman make that affects him or her in a day, month any part of the direct lifetime or the hour of death but the same affects him or her onward, afterward through the indirect lifetime the indirect is just as much as the direct the spirit receives from the body just as much as it gives to the body if not more not one word or deed not venereal soar discoloration, privacy of the honour- nest putridity of gluttons or rum-drinkers speculation, cunning, betrayal, murder seduction, prostitution but has results beyond death as really as before death charity and personal force are the only investments worth anything no specification is necessary all that a male or female does that is vigorous, benevolent, clean is so much profit to him or her in the unshakable order of the universe and through the whole scope of it forever who has been wise receives interest savage, felon, president judge, farmer, sailor mechanic, literate, young, old it is the same the interest will come round all will come round singly, wholly to affect now, affect at their time will forever affect all of the past and all of the present and all of the future all the brave actions of war and peace all help given to relatives, strangers the poor, old, sorrowful young children, widows, the sick and to shunned persons all self-denial that stood steady and aloof on wrecks and so others fill the seats of the boats all offering of substance or life for the good old calls or for a friend's sake or opinion's sake all pains of enthusiasts scoffed at by their neighbours all the limitless sweet love and precious suffering of mothers all honest men baffled in strife recorded or unrecorded all the grandeur and good of ancient nations whose fragments we inherit all the good of the dozens of ancient nations unknown to us by name, date, location all that was ever manfully begun whether it succeeded or no all suggestions of the divine mind of man or the divinity of his mouth or the shaping of his great hands all that is well thought or said this day on any part of the globe or on any of the wandering stars or on any of the fixed stars by those there as we are here all that is henceforth to be thought or done by you, whoever you are or by anyone these in your have in your shall in your to the identities from which they sprang or shall spring did you guess anything lived only its moment? the world does not so exist no parts palpable or impalpable so exist no consummation exists without being from some long previous consummation and that from some other without the farthest conceivable one coming a bit nearer the beginning than any whatever satisfies souls is true prudence entirely satisfies the craving and glut of souls itself only finally satisfies the soul the soul has that measureless pride which revolves from every lesson but its own now I breathe the word of the prudence that walks abreast with time, space, reality that answers the pride which refuses every lesson but its own what is prudence is indivisible declines to separate one part of life from every part divides not the righteous from the unrighteous or the living from the dead matches every thought or act by its correlative knows no possible forgiveness or deputed atonement knows that the young man who compositely periled his life and lost it has done exceedingly well for himself without doubt that he who never periled his life but retains it to old age in riches and ease has probably achieved nothing for himself worth mentioning knows that only that person has really learned who has learned to prefer results who favors body and soul the same who perceives the indirect who in his spirit in any emergency whatever neither hurries nor avoids death the singer in the prison o sight of pity, shame and dull o fearful thought, a convict soul one rang the refrain along the hole the prison rose to the roof the vaults of heaven above pouring in floods of melody in tones so pensive, sweet and strong the like whereof was never heard reaching the far off sentry and the armed guards who seized their pacing making the hearer's pulses stop for ecstasy and all two the sun was low in the west one winter day when down a narrow aisle amid the thieves and outlaws of the land there by the hundred seated seer-faced murderers wily counterfeiters gathered to Sunday church in prison walls the keeper's round plenteous, well armed watching with vigilant eyes calmly a lady walked holding a little innocent child by either hand whom seating on their stools beside her on the platform she, first preluding with the instrument a low and musical prelude in voice surpassing all sang forth a quaint old hymn a soul confined by bars and bands prize help o help and rings her hands blinded her eyes bleeding her breast nor pardon finds nor balm of rest ceaseless she paces to and fro o heart-sick days o nights of woe nor hand of friend nor loving face nor favour comes nor word of grace it was not I that sinned to sin the ruthless body dragged me in though long I strove courageously the body was too much for me their prison soul bear up a space for soon or late the certain grace to set thee free and bear thee home the heavenly pardoner death shall come convict no more nor shame nor dull depart a god enfranchised soul three the singer ceased one glance swept from her clear calm eyes or all those upturned faces strange sea of prison faces a thousand varied crafty brutal seemed and beautyous faces then rising passing back along the narrow aisle between them while her gown touched them rustling in the silence she vanished with her children in the dusk while upon all convicts and armed keepers air they stirred convict for getting prison keeper his loaded pistol a hush and poles fell down a wondrous minute with deep half stifled sobs and sound of bad men bowed and moved to weeping and youths convulsive breathings memories of home the mother's voice in lullaby the sisters care the happy childhood the long penned spirit roused to reminiscence a wondrous minute then but after in the solitary night to many many there years after even in the hour of death the sad refrain the tune the voice the words resumed the large calm lady walks the narrow aisle the wailing melody again the singer in the prison sings o sight of pity shame and dull o fearful thought a convict soul warble for lilac time warble me now for joy of lilac time returning in reminiscence sort me o tongue and lips for nature's sake souvenirs of earliest summer gather the welcome signs as children with pebbles or stringing shells put in april and may the highless croaking in the ponds the elastic air bees butterflies the sparrow with its simple notes bluebird and darting swallow nor forget the high hole flashing his golden wings the tranquil sunny haze the clinging smoke the vapour shimmer of waters with fish in them the cerulean above old that is jockened and sparkling the brooks running the maple woods the crisp february days and the sugar making the robin where he hops bright-eyed brown breasted with musical clear coal at sunrise and again at sunset or flitting among the trees of the apple orchard building the nest of his mate the melted snow of march the willow sending forth its yellow-green sprouts for springtime is here the summer is here and what is this in it and from it thou soul unloosent the restlessness after I know not what come let us lag here no longer let us be up and away oh if one could but fly like a bird oh to escape to sail forth as in a ship to glide with thee oh soul or all in all as a ship or the waters gathering these hints the preludes the blue sky the grass the morning drops of dew the lilac scent the bushes with dark green heart-shaped leaves wood violets the little delicate pale blossoms called innocence samples and sorts not for themselves alone but for their atmosphere to grace the bush I love to sing with the birds a warble for joy a fraterning in reminiscence outlines for a tomb gp buried 1870 one what may we chant oh thou within this tomb what tablets outlines hang for thee oh millionaire the life thou livest we know not but that thou walketh thy years in barter mid the haunts of grokers nor heroism thine nor war nor glory two silent my soul with drooping lids as waiting pondered turning from all the samples monuments of heroes while through the interior vistas noiseless uproars fantastic as by night auroras of the north lambent tableaus prophetic bodyless scenes spiritual projections in one among the city streets a labourer's home appeared after his day's work done cleanly sweet-air'd the gaslight burning the carpet swept and the fire in the cheerful stove in one the sacred parturition scene a happy painless mother birthed a perfect child in one at a bounteous morning meal sat peaceful parents with contented sons in one by twos and threes young people hundreds concentring walked to paths and streets and roads toward a tall-dome school in one a trio beautiful grandmother loving daughter loving daughter's daughter sat chatting and sewing in one along a suite of noble rooms made plenty as books and journals paintings on the walls fine statuettes were groups of friendly journeymen mechanics young and old reading conversing all all the shows of labouring life city and country women's men's and children's their wants provided for hewed in the sun and tinged for once with joy marriage the street the factory farm the house room lodging room labour and toil the bath the nasium playground library college the student bully or girl led forward to be taught the sick cared for the shoeless shod the orphan fathered and mothered the hungry fed the houseless hosed the intentions perfect and divine the workings details happily human free O thou within this tomb from these such scenes thou stintless lavish giver tallying the gifts of earth large as the earth thy name and earth with mountains fields and tides nor by your streams alone you rivers by you your banks Connecticut by you and all your teaming life all thumbs by you Potomac leaving the ground Washington trod by you Patapsco you Hudson you endless Mississippi nor you alone but to the high seas launch my thought his memory out from behind this mask to confront a portrait one out from behind this bending rough cut mask these lights and shades this drama of the whole this common curtain of the face contained in me for me in you for you in each for each tragedies sorrows laughter tears oh heaven the passionate teaming plays this curtain hid this glaze of God serenest purest sky this film of Satan's seething pit this heart's geographies map this limitless small continent this soundless sea out from the convolutions of this globe this subtler astronomic orb then sun or moon then Jupiter Venus Mars this condensation of the universe may hear the only universe hear the idea all in this mystic handful wrapped these durant eyes flashing to you to pass the future time to launch and spin through space revolving sidling from these to emanate to you whoever you are a look two a traveller of thoughts and years of peace and war of youth long spend and middle age declining as the first volume of a tale perused and laid away and this the second songs ventures speculations presently to close lingering a moment here and now to you I opposite turn as on the road or at some crevice door a chance or opened window pausing inclining bearing my hand you specially I greet to draw and clinch your soul for once inseparably with mine then travel travel on vocalism one vocalism measure concentration determination the divine power to speak words are you full lunged and limber lipped from long trial from vigorous practice from physique do you move in these broad lands as broad as day come duly to the divine power to speak words for only at last after many years after chastity friendship procreation and nakedness after treading ground and breasting river and lake after a loose and throat after absorbing eras temperaments races after knowledge freedom crimes after complete faith after clarifying elevations and removing obstructions after these and more it is just possible there comes to a man woman the divine power to speak words then toward that man or that woman swiftly hasten all none refuse all attend armies ships antiquities libraries paintings machines cities hate despair amity pain theft murder aspiration form in close ranks they debouch as they are wanted to march obediently through the mouth of that man or that woman too oh what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice him or her I shall follow as the water follows the moon silently with fluid steps anywhere around the globe all waits for the right voices where is the practised and perfect organ where is the developed soul for I see every word uttered thence has deeper sweeter new sounds impossible on less terms I see brains and lips closed timpans and temples unstruck until that comes which has the quality to strike and to unclose until that comes which has the quality to bring forth what lies slumbering forever ready in all words end of book 24 part 1 book 24 part 2 of leaves of grass by Walt Whitman this Liberfox recording is in the public domain recording by phone to him that was crucified my spirit to yours dear brother do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand you I do not sound your name but I understand you I specify you with joy oh my comrade to salute you and to salute those who are with you before and since and those to come also that we all labor together transmitting the same charge and succession we few equals indifferent of lands indifferent of times we enclosers of all continents all castes all hours of all theologies we walk silent among disputes and assertions but reject not the disputers nor anything that is asserted we hear the bowling and din we are reached that by divisions jealousies, recriminations on every side they close peremptorily upon us to surround us my comrade yet we walk unheld, free the whole earth over journeying up and down till we make our ineffisible mark upon time and the diverse eras till we saturate time and eras that the men and women of races ages to come may prove brethren and lovers as we are you felons on trial in courts you convicts in prison cells you sentenced assassins chained and handcuffed with iron who am I too that I am not on trial or in prison me, ruthless and devilish as any that my wrists are not chained with iron or my ankles with iron you prostitutes flaunting over the tratoirs and in your rooms who am I that I should call you more obscene than myself oh culpable I acknowledge I expose oh admirers praise not me compliment not me you make me wince I see what you do not I know what you do not inside these breastbones much and choked beneath this face that appear so impassive hell's tides continually run lusts and wickedness are acceptable to me I walk with delinquents with passionate love I feel I am of them I belong to those convicts and prostitutes myself and henceforth I will not deny them for how can I deny myself Laws for creations Laws for creations for strong artists and leaders for fresh brutes of teachers and perfect literates for America for noble savants and coming musicians all must have reference to the ensemble of the world and the compact truth of the world there shall be no subject too pronounced all works shall illustrate the divine law of indirections what do you suppose creation is what do you suppose will satisfy the soul except to walk free and own no superior what do you suppose I would intimate to you in a hundred ways but that man or woman is as good as God and that there is no God any more divine than yourself and that that is what the oldest and newest myths finally mean and that you or anyone must approach creations through such laws to a common prostitute be composed be at ease with me I am Walt Whitman liberal and lusty as nature not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you my girl I appoint you with an appointment and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to meet me and I charge you that you be patient and perfect till I come till then I salute you with a significant look that you do not forget me I was looking a long while I was looking a long while for intentions for a clue to the history of the past for myself and for these chance and now I have found it it is not in those paged fables in the libraries then I neither accept nor reject it is no more in the legends than in all else it is in the present it is this earth today it is in democracy to purport and aim of all the past it is the life of one man or one woman today the average man of today it is in languages, social customs literature, arts it is in the broad show of artificial things ships, machinery, politics, creeds modern improvements and the interchange of nations all for the modern all for the average man of today thought of persons arrived at high positions ceremonies, wealth, scholarships and the like to me all that those persons have arrived at sinks away from them except as it results to their bodies and souls so that often to me they appear gaunt and naked and often to me each one mocks the others and mocks himself or herself and of each one the core of life namely happiness is full of the rotten excrement of maggots and often to me those men and women pass unwittingly the true realities of life and go toward false realities and often to me they are alive after what customers served them but nothing more and often to me they are sad, hasty unweight sunambules walking the dusk miracles why who makes much of a miracle as to me I know of nothing else but miracles whether I walk the streets of Manhattan or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water or stand under trees in the woods or talk by day with anyone I love or sleep in the bed at night with anyone I love or sit at table at dinner with the rest or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car or watch honeybees busy around the hive of the summer forenoon or animals feeding in the fields or birds or the wonderfulness of insects in the air or the wonderfulness of the sundown or of stars shining so quiet and bright or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring these with the rest one and all are to me miracles the whole referring yet each distinct and in its place to me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle every cubic inch of space is a miracle every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same every foot of the interior swarms with the same to me the sea is a continual miracle the fishes that swim the rocks the motion of the waves the ships with men in them what stranger miracles are there sparkles from the wheel where the city's ceaseless crowd moves on to life long day withdrawn I join a group of children watching I pause aside with them by the curb toward the edge of the flag in a knife grinder works at his wheel sharpening a great knife bending over he carefully holds it to the stone by foot and knee with measured tread he turns rapidly as he presses with light but firm hand fourth issue then in copious golden jets sparkles from the wheel the scene and all its belongings how they seize and affect me the sad sharp chained old man with worn clothes and broad shoulder band of leather myself a fusing and fluid a phantom curiously floating now here absorbed and arrested the group an unminded point set in a vast surrounding the attentive quiet children the loud proud restive base of the streets the low horse per of the whirling stone the light pressed blade diffusing dropping sideways darting in tiny showers of gold sparkles from the wheel to a pupil is reform needed is it through you the greater the reform needed the greater the personality you need to accomplish it you do you not see how it would serve to have eyes blood complexion clean and sweet do you not see how it would serve to have such a body and soul that when you enter an atmosphere of desire and command enters with you and everyone is impressed with your personality oh the magnet the flesh over and over go dear friend if need be give up all else and commence today to ignore yourself to pluck reality self-esteem definiteness elevatedness rest not till you rivet and publish yourself of your own personality unfolded out of the folds unfolded out of the folds of the woman man comes unfolded and is always to come unfolded unfolded only out of the superbist woman of the earth is to come the superbist man of the earth unfolded out of the friendliest woman is to come the friendliest man unfolded only out of the perfect body of a woman can a man be formed of perfect body unfolded only out of the inimitable poems of woman can come the poems of man only dense have my poems come unfolded out of the strong and arrogant woman I love only dense can appear the strong and arrogant man I love unfolded by brawny embraces from the well-muscled woman love only dense can the brawny embraces of the man unfolded out of the folds of the woman's brain come all the folds of the man's brain duly obedient unfolded out of the justice of the woman all justice is unfolded unfolded out of the sympathy of the woman is all sympathy a man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity but every of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman first the man is shaped in the woman he can then be shaped in himself what am I after all? what am I after all but a child pleased with the sound of my own name repeating it over and over I stand apart to hear it it never tires me to you your name also did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name Kosmos who includes diversity and his nature who is the amplitude of the earth and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth and the great charity of the earth and the equilibrium also who has not looked forth from the windows the eyes for nothing or whose brain held audience with messengers for nothing who contains believers and disbelievers who is the most majestic lover who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism spiritualism and of the aesthetic or intellectual who having considered the body finds all its organs and parts good who out of the theory of the earth and of his or her body understands by subtle analogies all other theories the theory of a city a poem and of the large politics of these states who believes not only in our globe with its sun and moon but in other globes with their suns and moons who constructing the house of himself or herself not for a day but for all time sees races eras dates generations the past the future dwelling there like space inseparable together others may praise what they like others may praise what they like but I from the banks of the running Missouri praise nothing in art or ought else till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river also to Western prairie scent and exudes it all again who learns my lesson complete who learns my lesson complete both journeyman apprentice churchman and atheist the stupid and wise thinker parents and offspring merchant clerk porter and customer editor author artist and schoolboy draw nigh and commence it is no lesson it lets down the bars to a good lesson and that to another and everyone to another still the great laws take and diffuse without argument I am of the same style for I am their friend I love them quits and quits I do not halt and make salams I lie abstracted and hear beautiful tales of things and the reasons of things they are so beautiful I nudge myself to listen I cannot say to any person what I hear I cannot say it to myself it is very wonderful it is no small matter this round and delicious glow moving so exactly in its orbit forever and ever without one jolt or the untruth of a single second I do not think it was made in six days or in ten thousand years nor ten billions of years nor planned and built one thing after another as an architect plans and builds a house I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman nor that years will ever stop the existence of me or anyone else is it wonderful that I should be immortal as everyone is immortal I know it is wonderful but my eyesight is equally wonderful and how I was conceived in my mother's womb is equally wonderful and passed from a babe in the creeping trance of a couple of summers and winters to articulate and walk all this is equally wonderful and that my soul embraces you this hour and we affect each other without ever seeing each other and never perhaps to see each other is every bit as wonderful and that I can think such thoughts as these is just as wonderful and that I can remind you and you think them and know them to be true is just as wonderful and that the moon spins round the earth and on with the earth is equally wonderful and that they balance themselves with the sun and stars is equally wonderful tests all submit to them where they sit inner secure unapproachable to analysis in the soul not traditions not the outer authorities are the judges they are the judges of outer authorities and of all traditions they corroborate as they go only whatever corroborates themselves and touches themselves for all that they have it forever in themselves to corroborate far and near without one exception the torch on my northwest coast in the midst of the night the fisherman's group stands watching out in the lake that expands before them others are spearing salmon the canoe a dim shadowy thing moves across the black water bearing a torch a blaze at the prow a star of France 1870 to 1871 a star of France the brightness of thy hope and strength and fame like some proud ship that led to fleet so long the seams today a wreck driven by the gale a mustless hulk and made its teeming maddened half-drowned crowds nor helm nor helmsman dim smitten star orb not of France alone pale symbol of my soul its dearest hopes the struggle and the daring rage divine for liberty of aspirations toward the far ideal enthusiast's dream of brotherhood of terror to the tyrant and a priest star crucified by traitor's soul star panting or a land of death heroic land strange passionate mocking frivolous land miserable yet for thy errors vanities sins I will not now rebuke thee thy unexampled woes and pangs have quelled them all and left thee sacred in that amid thy many faults thou ever aim'dst highly in that thou wouldst not really sell thyself however great the price in that thou surely wake'dst weeping from thy drugged sleep in that alone among thy sisters thou, giantus, dits drent the ones that shamed thee in that thou couldst not, wouldst not wear the usual chains this cross, thy livid face thy pierced hands and feet the spear thrust in thy side O star, o ship of France beat back and baffled long bear up, O smitten orb O ship, continue on sure as the ship of all the earth itself product of deathly fire and turbulent chaos forth from its spasms of fury and its poisons issuing at last imperfect power and beauty onward beneath the sun following its course so thee, O ship of France finished the days, the clouds dispelled, the travail or the long sought extrication when low, reborn, high o'er the European world in gladness answering thence as face afar to face reflecting ours, Columbia again, thy star, O France their lustrous star in heavenly peace clearer, more bright than ever shall beam immortal the ox tamer in a far away northern country in the placid pastoral region lives my farmer friend the theme of my recitative a famous tamer of oxen there they bring him the three year olds to break them he will take the wildest steer in the world and break him and tame him he will go fearless without any whip or the young bullock chafes up and down the yard the bullock's hand tosses restless high in the air with raging eyes yet see you how soon his rage subsides how soon this tamer tames him see you on the farms hear about a hundred oxen young and old and he is the man who has tamed them they all know him all are affectionate to him see you some are such beautiful animals so lofty looking some are both coloured some mottled one has a white line running along his back some are brindled some have white flaring horns a good sign see you the bright hides see the two with stars on their forehands see the round bodies and broad backs how straight and square they stand on their legs what fine sagacious eyes how straight they watch their tamer they wish him near them how they turn to look after him what yearning expression how uneasy they are when he moves away from them now I marvel what it can be he appears to them books, politics, poems depart all else departs I confess I envy only his fascination my silent, illiterate friend whom a hundred oxen love there in his life on farms in the northern country far in the placid pastoral region an old man's thought of school for the inauguration of a public school Camden, New Jersey 1874 an old man's thought of school an old man's gathering youthful memories and blooms that youth itself cannot now only do I know you O fair auroral skies O morning dew upon the grass and these I see these sparkling eyes these stores of mystic meaning these young lives building equipping like a fleet of ships immortal ships soon to sail out over the measureless seas on the soul's voyage only a lot of boys and girls only the tiresome spelling writing, ciphering classes only a public school ah, more infinitely more as George Fox raised his warning cry is it this pile of brick and mortar these dead floors windows, rails you call the church why this is not the church at all the church is living the church is living ever living souls and you America cast you the real reckoning for your present the lights and shadows of your future good or evil to girlhood boyhood look the teacher and the school wandering at morn wandering at morn emerging from the night from gloomy thoughts thee in my thoughts yearning for thee harmonious union thee singing bird divine thee coiled in evil times my country with craft and black dismay with every meanness treason thrust upon thee this common marvel I beheld the parent thrush I watched feeding its young the singing thrush tones of joy and faith ecstatic fail not to certify and cheer my soul dare pondered felt I if warms, snakes, loathsome grumps may to sweet spiritual songs be turned if vermin so transposed so used and blessed may be then may I trust in you your fortunes these my country who knows but these may be the lessons fit for you from these your future song may rise with joyous trills destined to fail the world Italian music in Dakota the seventeenth the finest regimental band I ever heard through the soft evening air and winding all rocks, woods, fort mountain, pacing centuries endless wilds in dulcet streams in flutes and cornets notes electric pensive, turbulent artificial yet strangely fitting even here meanings unknown before subtler than ever more harmony as if born here related here not to the city's frescoed rooms not to the audience of the opera house sounds echoes wandering strains as really here at home sonambulus innocent love trios with normas anguish and diastatic chorus poliuto raid in the limpid yellow slanting sundown music Italian music in Dakota while nature sovereign of this gnarled realm lurking in hidden barbaric grim recesses acknowledging rapport however far removed as some old root or soil of earth its lost born flower or fruit listens well pleased with all thy gifts with all thy gifts America standing secure rapidly tending overlooking the world power, wealth, extent vouchsafe to thee with these and like of these vouchsafe to thee what if one gift thou lackest the ultimate human problem never solving the gift of perfect women fit for thee what if that gift of gifts thou lackest the towering feminine of thee the beauty, health, completion fit for thee the mothers fit for thee my picture gallery in a little house keep eye picture suspended it is not a fixed house it is round it is only a few inches from one side to the other yet behold it has room for all the shows of the world all memories hear the tableaus of life and hear the groupings of death hear do you know this this is his rony himself with finger raised he points to the prodigal pictures the prairie states a newer garden of creation no primal solitude dense joyous modern populace millions cities and farms with iron interlaced composite tide many in one by all the world contributed freedoms and laws and thrift society the crown and teeming paradise so far of time's accumulations to justify the past end of book 24 recording by phone book 25 of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman this Liberfox recording is in the public domain recording by phone proud music of the storm one proud music of the storm blast that career so free whistling across the prairies strong hum of forest treetops wind of the mountains personified dim shapes you hidden orchestras you seronades of phantoms with instruments alert blending with nature's rithmas all the tongues of nations you chords left as by vast composers you choruses you formless free religious dances you from the Orient you undertone of rivers roar of pouring cataracts you sounds from distant guns with galloping cavalry echoes of camps with all the different bugle calls trooping tumultuous filling the midnight late bending me powerless entering my lonesome slumber chamber why have you seized me too come forward oh my soul come forward oh my soul come forward oh my soul come forward oh my soul and let the rest retire listen lose not it is toward thee they tend parting the midnight entering my slumber chamber for thee they sing and dance oh soul a festival song the duet of the bridegroom and the bride a marriage march with lips of love and hearts of lovers filled to the brim with love the red flushed cheeks and perfumes the cortege swarming full of friendly faces young and old to flutes clear notes and sounding harps cantibule now loud approaching drums Victoria see as thou in powder smoke the banners torn but flying baffled hearest those shouts of a conquering army ah soul the sobs of women the wounded groaning in agony the hiss and crackle of flames the blackened ruins the embers of cities the dirge and desolation of mankind now heirs antique and medieval fill me see and hear old harpers with their harps at welsh festivals I hear the minna singers singing their lays of love I hear the minstrels gleamen turbidours of the middle ages now the great organ sounds tremulous while underneath as the hid footholds of the earth on which a rising rest and leaping forth depend all shapes of beauty grace and strength all hues we know green blades of grass and warbling birds children at gamble and play the clouds of heaven above the strong base stands and its pulsations intermits knot bathing supporting merging all the rest maternity of all the rest instrument every instrument in multitudes the players playing all the world's musicians the solemn hymns and masses rousing adoration all passionate heart chants sorrowful appeals the measureless sweet vocalists of ages and for their solvent setting earth's own diapason of winds and woods and mighty ocean waves a new composite orchestra binder of years and climes tenfold renewer as of the far back days the poets tell the paradiso the strained dance the separation long but now the wondering done the journey done the journeymen come home and man and art with nature fused again tutti for earth and heaven the almighty leader now for once has signalled with his wand the manly strove of the husbands of the world and all the wives responding the tongues of violins I think oh tongues you tell this heart that cannot tell itself this brooding yearning heart that cannot tell itself three ah from a little child thou knowest soul how to me all sounds became music my mother's voice in lullaby or hymn the voice oh tender voices memories loving voices lost miracle of all oh dearest mothers sisters voices the rain the growing corn the breeze among the long-leaved corn the measured sea surf beating on the sand the twittering bird the hawks sharp screen the wild fowls notes at night as flying low migrating north or south the psalm in the country church or met the clustering trees the open air camp meeting the fiddler in the tavern the glee the long strung sailor song the lowing camp the long the lowing cattle bleeding sheep the growing cock at dawn all songs of current lands come sounding round me the german airs of friendship wine and love irish balance merry jigs and dances english warbles chanson's of france scotch tunes and order rest peerless compositions across the stage with pallor on her face yet lurid passion stalks norma brandishing the dagger in her hand i see poor crazed lucia's eyes a natural gleam her hair down her back falls loose and dishevelled i see where ur nanny walking the bridal garden amid dissent of night roses radiant holding his bride by the hand here's the infernal coal the death pledge of the horn to crossing swords and grey hairs bared to heaven the clear electric base and baritone of the world the trombone duo libertad forever from spanish chestnut trees then shade by old and heavy convent walls a wailing song song of lost love the torch of youth and life quenched in despair song of the dying swan fernando's heart is breaking awaking from her woes at last retrieved amina sings copious as stars and glad as morning light the torrents of her joy the teeming lady comes the lustrious orb venus contralto the blooming mother sister of loftiest gods alboni's self i hear four i hear those odes symphonies operas i hear in the william tell the music of an aroused and angry people i hear mayerbeer's huganodes the prophet or robert gonot's foust or mozart's don huan i hear the dance music of all nations the waltz some delicious measure lapsing bathing me in bliss the bolero to tinkling guitars and clattering castagnets i hear religious dances old and new i hear the sound of the hebrew lyre i see the crusaders marching bearing the cross on high to the marshal clang of cymbals i hear dervishes monotonously chanting interspersed with frantic shouts as they spin around turning always towards mecca i see the rapt religious dances of the persians and the arabes again at eluces home of series i see the modern greeks dancing i hear them clapping their hands as they bend their bodies i hear the metrical shuffling of their feet i see again the wild old coribantian dance the performers wounding each other i see the roman youth to the shrill sound of flageolets throwing and catching their weapons as they fall on their knees and rise again i hear from the musliman mosque the muetsen calling i see the worshippers within nor form nor sermon argument nor word but silent, strange devout raised glowing hands ecstatic faces i hear the egyptian harp of many strings the primitive chants of the nile boatmen the sacred imperial hymns of china to the delicate sounds of the king the stricken wood and stone or to hindu flutes and the fretting twang of devina a band of bayadiers thalif now asia africa leave me europe seizing inflates me to organs huge and bands i hear as from vast concurses of voices luthers strong hymn aine feste burk is unser got rosinis stabat mater dolorosa or floating in some high cathedral dim with gorgeous colored windows the passionate agnus dey or gloria in excelsis composers mighty maestros and you sweet singers of old lands soprani to nori basi to you a new bard caroling in the west obeisant sends his love such led to thee o soul all senses shows and objects lead to thee but now it seems to me sound leads or all the rest i hear the annual singing of the children in saint paul's cathedral or under the high roof of some colossal hole the symphonies or atorios of Beethoven handle or hyden the creation in bellows of godhood laves me give me to hold all sounds i madly struggling cry fill me with all the voices of the universe and down me with their throbbing natures also the tempests, waters, winds operas and chants marches and dances ator pour in for i would take them all six then i woke softly and pausing questioning a while the music of my dream and questioning all those reminiscences the tempest in his fury and all the songs of sopranos and tenors and those wrapped oriental dances of religious fervor and the sweet varied instruments and the diapason of organs and all the artless planes of love and grief and death i said to my silent curious soul out of the bed of the slumber chamber come for i have found the clue i sought so long let us go forth refreshed amid the day carefully tallying life walking the world the real nourished henceforth by our celestial dream and i said moreover happily what thou has heard oh soul was not the sound of winds nor dream of raging storm nor seahawks flapping wings nor harsh scream nor vocalism of sun bright italy nor german organ majestic nor vast concourse of voices nor layers of harmonies nor stroves of husbands and wives nor sound of marching soldiers nor flutes nor harps nor vocal calls of camps but to a new rithmus fitted for thee poems bridging the way from life to death vaguely wafted in night air uncaught unwritten which let us go forth in the bold day and write end of book 25 recording by foam