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Babbiehorn?: Was: a sincere question mostly for roy

Lee Berman · 16 Nov 2011, 16:38 · from 2011-November.txt.gz

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From: severiansola at hotmail.com (Lee Berman)
Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2011 11:38:15 -0500
Subject: (urth) Babbiehorn?: Was: a sincere question mostly for roy
Message-ID: <SNT123-W52AB79A5D8078057443D4CCFC60 at phx.gbl>



I CAUGHT THE BALL, I WON THE GAME
>Antonio Pedro Marques: But does no one connect that phrase with the opening 
>scene of the BLS?

 
>Marc Aramini: Yes, that is the opening of BtLS where SILK catches the ball.  
>He's Silk again, just Silk in denial.
 
I have a different interpretation.  What I think is being forgotten is (IIRC) 
that Silk catches the ball and wins the game for the younger boys by intercepting 
a pass to Horn, who would have won the game for the older boys. Silk does not glory 
in his win, but considers it a teachable moment. It is youthful Horn who is chagrined 
and I tend to connect the exultant phrase above more with Horn.
 
But here is the main thing: In that scene, Silk is a Father-figure.  Horn is a
Son-figure. At that moment, Silk is enlightened by The Outsider, so the Holy
Spirit is there also.
 
This is one reason why I find James' theory of Silk/Horn/Neighbor is so powerful. 
Matched with the first scene in the story (as it must be), this scene/phrase is 
one of consolidation/unification, rather than separation (imho). 		 	   		  

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