Culture, Nation, and the New Scottish Parliament

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Caroline McCracken-Flesher
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Culture, Nation, and the New Scottish Parliament asserts that while Scotland's new Parliament (1999) is a creation of laws, politics, and economics, some of the forces underpinning it are cultural, therefore constantly alive and insistently creative. Scotland may not be confined by, but has always lived within and moved forward and outward, through its signs and stories. In the moment of the new Parliament, it is time to cast up Scotland's accounts of past and present, and to review the nation's futures. Readers will find the usual signs of Scotland foregrounded, questioned, and re-energized as contributors trace the dynamic toward a Scottish Parliament. And they will find new signs, whether sounds, sights, or souvenirs come into play, revealing today's performance of a dynamic Scotland. Caroline McCracken-Flesher teaches the novel, the British eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, Scottish literature, and literary theory at the University of Wyoming.

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236 ÆäÀÌÁö - God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King! O Lord our God, arise! Scatter his enemies, And make them fall ; Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks: On Thee our hopes we fix — God save us all!
150 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha s>ae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - Men make their own history, but they do not make it just as they please; they do not make it under circumstances chosen by themselves, but under circumstances directly encountered, given and transmitted from the past. The tradition of all the dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brain of the living.
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why do we hardly ever notice that?" "Because nobody imagines living here," said Thaw. McAlpin lit a cigarette and said, "If you want to explain that I'll certainly listen." "Then think of Florence, Paris, London, New York. Nobody visiting them for the first time is a stranger because he's already visited them in paintings, novels, history books and films. But if a city hasn't been used by an artist not even the inhabitants live there imaginatively.
222 ÆäÀÌÁö - When the last Laird of Ravenswood to Ravenswood shall ride, And woo a dead maiden to be his bride, He shall stable his steed in the Kelpie's flow, And his name shall be lost for evermoe...
237 ÆäÀÌÁö - Let him follow me ! By oppression's woes and pains By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow ! — Let us do or die...
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... but hardly will his puny hands have strength to speed afresh our slackening planet in its orbit or rekindle the dying fire of the sun. Yet the philosopher who trembles at the idea of such distant catastrophes may console himself by reflecting that these gloomy apprehensions, like the earth and the sun themselves, are only parts of that unsubstantial world which thought has conjured up out of the void, and that the phantoms which the subtle enchantress has evoked to-day she may ban to-morrow.

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