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"My name is Maarva Carrassi Andor. I’m honored to stand before you. I’m honored to be a Daughter of Ferrix, and honored to be worthy of the stone.

Strange, I… feel as if I can see it. I was six, I think, first time i touched a funerary stone. Heard our music, felt our history, holding my sisters hand as we walked all the way from Fountain Square. Where you stand now, I’ve been more times than I can remember.

I always wanted to be lifted. I was always eager, always waiting to be inspired. I remember every time it happened, every time the dead lifted me… with their truth. And now I’m dead, and I yearn to lift you. Not because i want to shine or even be remembered. It’s because i want you to go on. I want Ferric to continue. In my waining hours, thats what comforts me most.

But I fear for you. We’ve been sleeping. We’ve had each other, and Ferrix, our work, our days. We had each other and they left us alone. We kept the trade lane open, and they left us alone. We took their money and ignored them, we kept their engine churning, and the moment they pulled away. we forgot them. *(SIGH)* Because we had each other. We had Ferrix.

But we were sleeping. I’ve been sleeping. And I’ve been turning away from the truth I wanted not to face. There is a wound that won’t heal at the center of the galaxy. There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow, and now it’s here. It’s here and it’s not visiting anymore. It wants to stay.

The Empire is a disease that thrives in darkness, it is never more alive than when we asleep. It’s easy for the dead to tell you to fight, and maybe it’s true, maybe fighting is useless. Perhaps it’s too late. But I’ll tell you this, if I could do it again, I’d wake up early and be fighting those bastards from the start! Fight the Empire!"

The wonderful art is by an artist on pinterest named Bitten_Cracker, they have more Andor art here:

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Cinema had been sparring with television since the cathode ray first began glowing in American living rooms, but in 1976 it landed its biggest punch. Sidney Lumet’s Network looks into the medium’s soul and finds commerce, hysteria, and a ravenous appetite for spectacle. And while television is the film’s obvious target, Paddy Chayefsky’s script widens the indictment to include the larger American culture that made such a medium not only possible, but profitable.

Chayefsky knew television from the inside. Having helped define the early medium with teleplays such as Marty, he understood both its possibilities and its deformations. By the mid-1970s, however, the writer had grown disgusted by what he saw around him: news divisions shaped by ratings, corporate interests disguised as public service, and viewers increasingly content to let the idiot box think on their behalf.

Out of that anger came Howard Beale, the aging UBS anchor whom Chayefsky turns into both prophet and patsy. Beale’s on-air breakdown, his cries of “bullshit,” and finally his command that viewers get up, go to their windows, and shout their rage into the night, register at first as acts of revolt. Consider how Beale’s fury is not allowed to become political action, only programming. His anger becomes a product, a catchphrase, a marketable convulsion for an audience that wants catharsis more than change.

To be sure, Network remains prophetic because it foresaw sensationalist news, reality television, the merging of information and entertainment with unnerving clarity. Its deeper outrage, however, is directed at the corporate mechanism that can absorb dissent and sell it back to the masses. In Chayefsky’s world, television is a freak show, an amusement park, and above all a business. The real sting of Network is that the system does not fear our rage...it monetizes it. On UBS, the revolution will be televised!

For the sub, have seen this film, or the new restoration yet? Been waiting for this film to enter the collection for years and I couldn't be happier