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What would you do if you and your study partner, with whom you had been seriously discussing marriage, suddenly found yourselves all alone together on a desert island? Study economics?
Sociology 500, a Romance (Second Draft) -- The first book in the Economics 101 Trilogy.(On hold.)
Karel and Dan, former American football teammates and now graduate students, meet fellow graduate students Kristie and Bobbie, and the four form a steady study group.

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Friday, August 12, 2016

[Backup] Economics 101, a Novel, ch_07 pt2 -- Getting through Winter in the Second Year

[JMR20180106: backup of http://free-is-not-free.blogspot.com/2016/08/economics-101-novel-ch07-pt2-getting.html. Unused text for this chapter can be found here: http://joel-rees-economics.blogspot.com/2016/08/bk-pasteboard-flight.html.]

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Among other things, endorphines are addictive, and addiction can be used to keep someone in an abusive relationship.
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Among other things, endorphins are addictive, and addiction can be used to keep someone in an abusive relationship.

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"Well, of course he does, ... unless he ate the whole box in the twenty minutes since I saw him buy them at the school store."
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"Well, of course he does, ... unless he ate the whole box in the four punji since I saw him buy them at the school store."

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Karel looked over up. "Dan, Kristie, do either of you have an extra copy of that copyright/patent license you found? I'd like to study a copy."
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Karel looked up again. "Dan, Kristie, do either of you have an extra copy of that copyright/patent license you found? I'd like to study a copy."

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The Ehyephoots believe that they have been given special authority to perform those sealing ordinances which establish those eternal bonds, if the individuals receiving the ordinances will follow the instruction they receive the ordinances and scriptures, and through the Holy Spirit.
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The Ehyephoots believe that they have been given special authority to perform those sealing ordinances which establish those eternal bonds if the individuals receiving the ordinances will follow the instruction they receive the ordinances and scriptures, and through the Holy Spirit.

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And the third semester continued as more of the same.

Sort of.

=line=

The study groups were different this year, of course, with new students coming in, old students graduating and moving on, and continuing students taking different classes. New study groups formed, some of the forming around students who had been members of our four friends' study groups the previous year.

Trisha and Charles were among those who decided to join them in taking a class about traditions and laws on marriage and family in various cultures around the world, hosted by the anthropology department.

=line=
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Several times during the third semester, our four friends' bishops called them each in to talk, trying to appraise their progress towards their eternal goals, and encourage them. They were each honest with their bishops, and I won't tell you what that consisted of. It's their business, not ours.

The upshot of it was that they were waiting for something important that they couldn't quite put their fingers on.

=line=

Professor White taught a course on historical marriage and family traditions in various cultures, and our four friends joined the class, along with Trisha and Charles and some of their other friends.

"What are some of the more surprising or bizarre marriage customs you've hear of?"

Janet spoke without raising her hand. "The banns. Can you imagine the Bishop standing up on the three Sundays before your wedding date and asking for objections?"

Tim responded. "It helped prevent marriage fraud. See, if Karel asked you to marry him, the banns would be read, and I could point out that he's already married to Bobbie."

"Hey!" Dan objected. Kristie turned and tried to give Tim a dirty look that didn't quite have teeth. Bobbie and Karel laughed out loud.

George quipped, "Now there's a unique way to tell Janet you want to take her for a date."

Janet glared at George, and he grinned back. Tim turned red.

"Anyway, it wasn't for random objections," Karel said between chuckles.

Professor White rolled his eyes. "Anything a little more bizarre?"

"Rough music." George said. "I'd have a hard time with getting serenaded with kitchen utensils just because I let Kathy win an argument." He reached out and took Kathy's hand.

She smiled. "Well, I'd tend to object to neighbors thinking they could interfere with any conclusions between us. But I think it was generally limited to extreme cases, like spouse abuse and adultery."

Professor White asked, "Who thinks that charivari or such would be a good approach for punishing domestic violence?"

Dan said, "I'd worry that it would turn to vigilantism. Historically, it did on occasion."

The discussion continued for a couple of saichi.

In a lull in the discussion, Wendy said, "I think the idea of jumping over swords is romantic."

Professor White nodded, and asked, "What do you know of it?"

She thought. "I don't really know much. I've read it was used by mercenaries in the old north countries. They would put their daggers on the ground and jump over them in private, then exchange them. Carrying each other's dagger was proof of their mutual claim."

"Do you remember where you read it?"

She thought for a saichi, then shook her head.

"I read about that in the epic poem of Vardoth," Bruce volunteered. "But not about mercenaries. A great warrior found herself defended in battle by an enemy soldier, and sounded a ceasefire. The enemy soldier was also a high-ranking officer, and their union ended the war. When they returned, however, they appeared before the shamaness of his tribe and the shaman of hers, and several warding rites were performed to make the union official."

"Doesn't that sound romantic?" Wendy sighed.

After more discussion, Professor White asked another question. "What do these customs have in common?"

Dan said, "It seems to me they are a way for a couple to tell other possible suitors to keep their hands off."

"Why would that be necessary?"

George answered. "Before antibiotics and other modern medicine, the best way to prevent sexually transmitted diseases was by statistically limiting opportunities to get them and pass them on. Also, when infant and mother mortality were high, it was important for the man to accept an obligation of protection for the woman."

"Do you think it's still important?"

Bobbie said, "Using medicine without reason usually reduces the effectiveness of the medicine. But more than that, there are power issues in play. Among other things, endorphines are addictive, and addiction can be used to keep someone in an abusive relationship."

"How unromantic!"

And more discussion ensued.

=line=

The study groups were different this year, of course, with new students coming in, old students graduating and moving on, and continuing students taking different classes.

--

"Is that a box of Cracker Jacks?"

"Well, yeah. Do you like Cracker Jacks?"
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"Is that a box of Jumpin' Crunch?" (This was a caramelized sugar-coated confection made of a parched and popped grains, together with a roasted soft pea-like edible legume, packaged with a cheap toy "prize" made of molded organic polymers -- basically, the equivalent of Cracker Jacks in your -- our world.)

"Well, yeah. Do you like Jumpin' Crunch?"

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"Charles has a box of Cracker Jacks." said Pete, as if that explained everything.
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"Charles has a box of Jumpin' Crunch." said Pete, as if that explained everything.

--

There was a chorus of disappointed ohs and aws. The fact that it was so recently purchased turned their expectations upside down.
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There was a chorus of "ohs" and "aws" and expressions of general disappointment at having their expectations turned so suddenly upside-down.

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"Sorry. I guess I wasn't really thinking. I just like Cracker Jacks, and it's been a while since I bought a box."

"'sokay."

=line=

I guess I should explain here, for those not familiar with this meme, that some college men used to think it a great and imaginative way to propose, hiding an engagement ring in a resealed box of Cracker Jacks.

But it was already a meme then, and many university students had heard of it.

=line=

They walked out on the quad and sat down on a bench together, holding hands and not saying much.

After a few minutes, Karel came by.
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"Sorry. I guess I wasn't really thinking. I just like Jumpin' Crunch, and it's been a while since I bought a box."

"'sokay."

=line=

I guess I should explain here, that some college men of their world and time used to think it a great and imaginative way to propose, hiding an engagement ring in a resealed box of Jumpin' Crunch.

Maybe you're familiar with this meme in your world. But it was a meme then in their world, and many of the students had heard of it.

=line=

They walked out on the quad and sat down on a bench together, holding hands and not saying much under the light of the hinter and nether moons.

After a saichi or so, Karel came by.

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When they came back to the table, they sat down without saying much. The rest of the group were busy talking about family traditions in Asian cultures, and studiously avoided noticing their return. They joined the discussion without ceremony or comment.
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When they came back to the table, they sat down without saying much. The rest of the group were busy talking about family traditions in Eastern cultures, and studiously avoided noticing their return. They joined the discussion without ceremony or comment.

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A thousand dollars back then was enough for a man to live on easily for a year. A couple of thousand could feed and house a family of four for a year.
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A couple of thousand dollars -- well, the amount was enough to feed and house a family of four for a year, comparable to a couple of thousand dollars in the USA in the 1950s and 1960s.

--

And he just grinned, and, standing close to her and turning so that the people around them could not see what he was doing, he removed the engagement ring from the hidden compartment. Then he pretended to produce the ring from his pocket. He held his hand out for hers and, taking her hand, slipped the engagement ring on her finger.
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And he just grinned. Standing close to her and turning so that the people around them would not see him open the secret compartment, he removed the engagement ring and held his hand out. Taking the hand she extended, he slipped the engagement ring on her finger.

--

And Dan and Kristie exchanged silent words of their own with their eyes.
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And Dan and Kristie exchanged silent words of their own with their eyes.

Karel looked over up. "Dan, Kristie, do either of you have an extra copy of that copyright/patent license you found? I'd like to study a copy."

Dan dug into his backpack and pulled a copy out and handed it to Karel.

"Can I take a half chit to read it?"

"Sure."

Bobbie looked over his shoulder, so Karel moved it so she could read, too.

When they finished, Bobbie said, "Interesting idea -- using the concepts of intellectual property to nullify the effects of intellectual property. But I'm not sure it will withstand every attack on it at law or in the market."

"I'm afraid you're right. But it an ideal world, something like this instead of patents and copyright could form a much better legal protection of the rights of authors and inventors than what we have now."

Dan said, "In an ideal world, we probably wouldn't need it."

Kristie nodded. "But maybe it will motivate people towards greater sanity on the subject."

--

I really have to be careful what I tell you, here, but I think it's okay to explain (again?) a little about the temple.

The ordinances, or ceremonies, consist, in part, of instruction in symbolic and literal form. Part of the instruction is in the form of something which some religions and philosophies might call a morality play.

At the time I write this, most of the ordinances are presented in a recorded format, part of that in film format. At the time in which this story is placed, however, it was all performed live.

Live means performing from memory.

At first, Bobbie was a little too dramatic. Blame it on her dance background, maybe. But she quickly got used to her parts.

The others got used to their parts, too.
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The ordinances, or ceremonies, performed in the Ehyephoot temples consist for the most part of instruction in symbolic and literal form. Part of the instruction is in the form of something which some religions and philosophies might call a morality play. At a later time than this story, most of those parts would be presented in a recorded format. But our four friends memorized and performed their parts live.

At first, Bobbie was a little too dramatic. Perhaps that came from her dance background. But she quickly got used to her parts, and the others got used to their parts, too.

--

Have I properly explained sealings yet?

=line=

Family relationships in this world tend to be until death. The bonds we form here do partially extend into the next world, but we often misunderstand what those bonds are and how they could extend beyond death.

The temple ceremonies are designed to teach us how to develop true, eternal bonds, without the coercive elements that are so prevalent in this world. And we believe that we are given special authority to perform those sealing ordinances which establish those eternal bonds, if the individuals receiving the ordinances will obey the instruction they receive in the Gospel and in those ordinances.

Some unprepared members who participate fail to hear all the words and misunderstand things. But there is no coercion involved, if you understand them correctly.
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=line=

Have I properly explained sealings yet?

Family relationships in the world tend to be thought of as until death. The bonds we form here do partially extend into the next world, but we often misunderstand what those bonds are and how they could extend beyond death.

The temple ceremonies are designed to teach us how to develop true, eternal bonds, without the coercive elements that are so prevalent in this world. The Ehyephoots believe that they have been given special authority to perform those sealing ordinances which establish those eternal bonds, if the individuals receiving the ordinances will follow the instruction they receive the ordinances and scriptures, and through the Holy Spirit.

Some unprepared members who participate fail to hear all the words, and misunderstand things. But there is no coercion involved if you understand them correctly.

--

Joel and Kelly continued to correspond. Kelly picked up the local dialect much more quickly than she expected. Her Portuguese improved dramatically and they started writing their letters in Portuguese.

(You were expecting, maybe, Spanish? Well, she later learned and used that, as well. And Joel helped her with that in his letters, too. He had used both on his mission, too.)
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Joel and Kelly continued to correspond. Kelly picked up the local dialect much more quickly than she expected. Her language improved dramatically and they started writing their letters in the language she was using. She later learned a second, related language, and Joel helped her with that one, too, having used both when he was a missionary.

--

The boss gave the police certain information, and they passed it on to the FBI. Where it went from there is not part of this novel.
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The boss gave the police certain information, and they passed it on to the National Criminal Investigation Cooperative. Where it went from there is not part of this novel.

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A few of those were pretty dramatic, but, again, we don't need to know the details. Just that this was part of what she is.

And thus it went. I'll let you fill in the blanks.
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A few of those were pretty dramatic, but, again, we don't need to know the details, just that this was part of what she was.

And thus it went.

--

Bobbie thought she was fighting a losing battle at this point.

"I'd rather fly someplace meaningful to log my flight time."
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Bobbie thought she was fighting a losing battle at this point. "I'd rather fly someplace meaningful to log my flight time."

--

Maybe I shouldn't pretend to know so much about airplanes, after all.
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Maybe I shouldn't pretend to know so much about airplanes, after all. But they had a similar analog slide-rule made of hard cardboard that served the same purpose as the E-6B.

--

Bobbie took the pilot's seat, and she insisted on Karel taking the co-pilot's position. Rick was happy to get to relax and talk with Lupe and Dan and Kristie.

After they had been flying for a while, Lupe said, "Rick and I have been reading Lectures on Faith. We heard you guys studied it last spring, so we thought we'd take a look."
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Bobbie took the pilot's seat and Karel took the co-pilot's position. Rick was happy to get to relax and talk with Lupe and Dan and Kristie.

After they had been flying for a while, Lupe said, "Rick and I have been reading Discussions of Faith. We heard you guys studied it last spring, so we thought we'd take a look."

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Rick agreed. "It seems to me that the primary idea in it for us is the Abrahamic sacrifice. It seems pretty extreme, if all of us have to go that far."
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Rick agreed. "It seems to me that the primary idea in it for us is the Abrahamic sacrifice. It seems pretty extreme, if all of us have to go that far." (I mentioned that they had their ancient prophet whose name meant "Father of Many", didn't I? And that he was commanded to sacrifice his son? You'll let me borrow from the Bible again?)

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In a pause in the conversation, Karel put some thoughts together, and said, "For some, sending a child on a mission is a huge sacrifice."
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Karel put some thoughts together, and said, "For some, sending a child on a mission is a huge sacrifice."

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(The framing story starts is here: http://free-is-not-free.blogspot.jp/2016/03/economics-101-novel-ch00.html. If you haven't read that, you might want to. Otherwise, the rest of this may not make much sense.

Introductions and characterizations begin here: http://free-is-not-free.blogspot.com/2016/05/economics-101-novel-ch01-introducing.html.

In the five parts of the last chapter, we get to watch them get serious about life in their second semester as graduate students: http://free-is-not-free.blogspot.com/2016/07/economics-101-novel-ch06-pt1-second.html.

In this chapter, we watch them work through their second year.

If you don't care about characterization, you might want to jump ahead: http://free-is-not-free.blogspot.jp/2016/03/economics-101-novel-ch10-bobbie-and.html.)

And the third semester continued as more of the same.

Sort of.



The study groups were different this year, of course, with new students coming in, old students graduating and moving on, and continuing students taking different classes. New study groups formed, some of the forming around students who had been members of our four friends' study groups the previous year.

Trisha and Charles were among those who decided to join them in taking a class about traditions and laws on marriage and family in various cultures around the world, hosted by the anthropology department.



One evening around the middle of the semester, Trisha noticed a box in Charles's open rucksack as she put her books on the table and sat down beside him.

"Is that a box of Cracker Jacks?"

"Well, yeah. Do you like Cracker Jacks?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe it depends on the toy surprise inside."

The other students studying at the table were politely pretending to ignore them.

"I guess I buy them for the caramel popcorn and peanuts."

"You're not supposed to have them in the library."

"The box isn't open."

"The smell could still attract pests."

"Mmphh!" Meg couldn't quite suppress her laughter.

"No way. Do you think the smell is that strong?"

"I think we should go outside to eat those."

"I was thinking of going to the International Cinema after we're done here."

There was muffled giggling and laughter among the group.

"Oh. Okay."

"Where are Karel and Bobbie?" Janet asked, perhaps intending to distract everyone.

"Good question." Piers said, relieved to be able to say something innocuous. "If we don't get started soon," he continued without thinking, "I'm going to lose my motivation to study."

"I do not believe I said that," he backpedaled as most of the group broke out laughing, then quickly smothered their laughter.

"Sshhhhh!" said Bobbie as she came up to the table. What's happening?"

"Charles has a box of Cracker Jacks." said Pete, as if that explained everything.

"Well, of course he does, ... unless he ate the whole box in the twenty minutes since I saw him buy them at the school store."

There was a chorus of disappointed ohs and aws. The fact that it was so recently purchased turned their expectations upside down.

"Charles, ..." Trisha got up, stood behind him, and started kneading his neck and shoulders. "Can we go somewhere and talk?"

"Don't be long." Bobbie said. "Dan and Kristie can't come tonight, and Karel said we should get started without him."

"Okay. Somebody loan us your notes when we get back." Charles stood up and followed Trisha towards the stacks. As soon as they were out of sight of the study group, he took her hand, and they walked together down the stairs and out the front door.

"Sorry. I guess I wasn't really thinking. I just like Cracker Jacks, and it's been a while since I bought a box."

"'sokay."



I guess I should explain here, for those not familiar with this meme, that some college men used to think it a great and imaginative way to propose, hiding an engagement ring in a resealed box of Cracker Jacks.

But it was already a meme then, and many university students had heard of it.



They walked out on the quad and sat down on a bench together, holding hands and not saying much.

After a few minutes, Karel came by.

Charles called out, "Karel!"

Karel turned and saw them. "Oh! You're not in the study group."

"Hard to concentrate."

"This should help." Karel grinned and handed him a small package. "Heir... uhhm," he stopped himself before he finished the word. "They don't always come perfectly clean, even in ultrasound. I did what I could with these."

"Thanks."

"See ya inside. Or not, as the case may be." And he left, still grinning, not quite in a hurry, but also not sticking around.

"What's that?"

"Oh, it's something my aunt left me when she died several years ago."

"Really? Can I see it?"

"Well, I'm kind of shy about this."

"It's okay. It's not like I'm going to judge your family or you by it."

"Okay." And he undid the package, revealing a small, faded old-fashioned jewelry box that had been carefully cleaned. "The box itself was also a bit hard to clean. I think it needs to be re-dyed."

"It's beautiful. It has character." Trisha took the box and opened it. Inside the box was a platinum braid necklace with a heart locket. As Karel had indicated, the necklace showed small signs of having been worn, but it was clean, and shown brightly. "So does the necklace. This is really beautiful. May I?"

Charles nodded, yes, so she took it out and looked at it. She opened the locket to reveal an old wedding picture of a young man and woman.

"I guess Karel put the picture back after cleaning."

"They are truly beautiful. What were their names?"

"Josephine and Joseph Merlin. He died during the Spanish American war, and she never re-married. Said being sealed to him was good enough. Devoted herself to teaching other people's children instead of raising her own. She kind of adopted me as her favorite nephew."

"How long did you know her?"

"Either she would visit us every summer, or we would visit her. She died when I was fifteen. Before she died, she told me to find someone who would appreciate them."

"Oh."

"Try it on."

"May I?"

Again, he nodded.

She lifted the necklace out of the case, and he stood behind her, taking the clasps from her hands and joining them around her neck. Then he put the box in his pocket and took her to the library doors, where she could look at her reflection in the glass.

"Would you like them?"

"Uhm, on loan?"

"Well, if that's what you'd prefer, ..."

"But I couldn't just take it."

"Okay, then on loan."

"How long?"

"Until you decide to give them back."

She turned around and faced him. "That kind of sounds like, ..."

"It is kind of like, and altogether what I'm saying. Asking, I mean. We've waited long enough to talk about it."

"I've got to think about this." But she didn't give the necklace back. "Should we go study?"

"Sure." And he gave her the jewelry box. "So you have a place to put the necklace," he explained.

And they went back inside, holding hands as they climbed the stairs together.

"I don't have much money, so I can't buy you your own ring yet."

"That's okay. Let me just get used to the fact that you've asked me."

When they came back to the table, they sat down without saying much. The rest of the group were busy talking about family traditions in Asian cultures, and didn't seem to notice them return. They joined the discussion without ceremony or comment.

When the group finished their studies for the night and students were leaving, Bobbie saw the necklace. "That's beautiful."

"Charles is lending it to me."

"For as long as she wants."

"Oh." Bobbie said.

And Trisha turned to Charles and said, "Forever?"

And he nodded.

Bobbie smiled a little wistfully, and didn't say anything, just watched them walk away to talk about what they needed to talk about together.

Karel stood behind her. "Some women would not appreciate being given a dead aunt's jewelry. But that necklace and the ring that goes with it are beautiful. You probably couldn't buy anything like that for less than a couple of thousand dollars."



A thousand dollars back then was enough for a man to live on easily for a year. A couple of thousand could feed and house a family of four for a year.



"I didn't see a ring."

"I shouldn't have mentioned it."



In her room in the dorms, after her roommate was asleep, Trisha took out the jewelry case and put the necklace in it. Looking twice at the box, she was suddenly puzzled by its dimensions. The engineer in her measured the inner dimensions against the outer dimensions, and soon she had the hidden compartment open.

And her heart skipped a beat as she immediately closed it again.



"Charles!" Trisha caught up with him in the hall outside the student union cafeteria.

"Oh, Trish. I've been wanting to see you all day." He looked at her bare fingers and neck and felt a sudden feeling of qualm.

"I've been a little impatient myself. Here. You forgot something last night." And she gave him back the jewelry box.

"Huh?" He looked crestfallen. Absently, he opened the box and saw that it was empty.

"Around campus, I'm not wearing the necklace where everyone can see it. It would distract people."

He looked at her again, and saw that she was wearing the necklace under her blouse, where it wouldn't draw unnecessary attention.

"Oh." And suddenly he was happy again.

"The ring is also a little much for campus, but I'm definitely not going to wear it until you give it to me properly."

"You found it."

"Did you expect me not to?"

And he just grinned, and, standing close to her and turning so that the people around them could not see what he was doing, he removed the engagement ring from the hidden compartment. Then he pretended to produce the ring from his pocket. He held his hand out for hers and, taking her hand, slipped the engagement ring on her finger.

And then they kind of hugged and giggled and maybe they kissed, and they went inside the cafeteria for lunch.

And, basically, everyone around them ignored them as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

Come to think of it, he was by no means the first man to give his fiancée an engagement ring there in that hall outside the cafeteria.



The next evening, in the library, the study group made appropriate fuss about their engagement.

And after the study session was over, Bobbie, Kristie, Dan, and Karel watched as Trisha and Charles left together.

"Bobbie?"

Dan and Kristie were listening.

"Not now, Karel. Not yet. I need space.

"Well, okay, but I'm not superhuman. No promises."

"Your friendship is what I need most right now."

"Understood. But if we can talk about something, I'm all ears."

"It would be too much for me."

So Karel gave Bobbie a hug. She stiffened, but then relaxed and hugged him back.

"Thanks."

And they sat down again to study more anthropology.

And Dan and Kristie exchanged some silent words of their own with their eyes.



I really have to be careful what I tell you, here, but I think it's okay to explain (again?) a little about the temple.

The ordinances, or ceremonies, consist, in part, of instruction in symbolic and literal form. Part of the instruction is in the form of something which some religions and philosophies might call a morality play.

At the time I write this, most of the ordinances are presented in a recorded format, part of that in film format. At the time in which this story is placed, however, it was all performed live.

Live means performing from memory.

At first, Bobbie was a little too dramatic. Blame it on her dance background, maybe. But she quickly got used to her parts.

The others got used to their parts, too.



Sometime before the semester was over, Karel and Dan were informed by the temple president, that, if they were themselves sealed to their wives, they could be invited to perform proxy sealings. (This part does not involve anything like a morality play.) Bobbie and Kristie were present, and Bobbie burst into uncharacteristic tears.

The temple president talked privately with Bobbie, and she was partially consoled. But she decided to refrain from temple service for a couple of weeks while she thought things out.



Have I properly explained sealings yet?

Family relationships in this world tend to be until death. The bonds we form here do partially extend into the next world, but we often misunderstand what those bonds are and how they could extend beyond death.

The temple ceremonies are designed to teach us how to develop true, eternal bonds, without the coercive elements that are so prevalent in this world. And we believe that we are given special authority to perform those sealing ordinances which establish those eternal bonds, if the individuals receiving the ordinances will obey the instruction they receive in the Gospel and in those ordinances.

Some unprepared members who participate fail to hear all the words and misunderstand things. But there is no coercion involved, if you understand them correctly.

This issue of coercion does have tangential relationship to Bobbie's distress, but it was not because she felt she was being pushed to marry Karel.

Not that at all. What it was will take some time to explain, if I can work it out correctly for you.



About the rest of the semester, we don't have enough time to give a play-by-play on everything. So I won't go into details.

Joel and Kelly continued to correspond. Kelly picked up the local dialect much more quickly than she expected. Her Portuguese improved dramatically and they started writing their letters in Portuguese.

(You were expecting, maybe, Spanish? Well, she later learned and used that, as well. And Joel helped her with that in his letters, too. He had used both on his mission, too.)

Trisha and Charles set their wedding date after winter break, to make it a little easier to move in together, and to be able to give each other more direct support during their final semester. Their families had met over the summer and were very supportive. And of course all their friends were supportive.

About ten months total is not too fast, really, from meeting to marrying.

There was another students' Saturday at the airfield, with Mike and Ruth and their friends treating interested students to experience behind the controls of gliders. Our four friends attended, and, after practicing, and some instruction, Bobbie and Karel piloted some towing runs to give the more experienced pilots a break.

Melissa and Winn's situation became a bit worse before it got better. The boss had announced his plan to the employees, and everyone had agreed to scrape by somehow for a month. But when Melissa and Winn had prayed several times about it, Winn was inspired to take a day off to visit the county offices and do a little investigation.

When he returned to work the next day, the new investors had disappeared in a puff of smoke. The information Winn brought back did not make his boss happy, but, with the new investors gone, he started to change his mind.

And, with the source of certain rumors gone, the customers came back, and the company started making payroll again.

The boss gave the police certain information, and they passed it on to the FBI. Where it went from there is not part of this novel.

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Bobbie was called in to the hospital several times on weekends, delivering or helping in nine births. A few of those were pretty dramatic, but, again, we don't need to know the details. Just that this was part of what she is.
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And so forth. I'll let you fill in the blanks.



Around the beginning of December, our four friends were together in the dorm cafeteria, and Bobbie said, "Say guys, I want some more flight time. You want me to fly you all back for winter holidays?"

"That's quite a lot of practice time," Karel observed.

"I haven't logged any real flying time for almost two years. Just the trip out to meet Kelly's parents."

"Isn't it cool that Kelly's mom has actually written her twice now?" Kristie said.

"Yeah, letters home do quite a lot of good," Dan commented. "I think the way Joel is supporting her is cool, too."

"Uhm." Bobbie looked at the table. "Not that I don't want to talk about Kelly and Joel, but I was kind of hoping to talk about Christmas and New Years."

"Wear and tear on the plane aside, how much would it cost in gas?" Karel asked.

"The fuel won't cost much more than the gas for all of us to go home and come back in our own cars. Maybe less."

They all thought for a moment.

"I'd rather fly someplace meaningful to log my flight time." Bobbie thought she was fighting a losing battle at this point.

Dan said, "Well, if you let us split the cost of the gas four ways, ..."

"I think it would be fun." Kristie said.

Karel wanted to say something like, "I'll fly anywhere with you anyway." But he knew Bobbie didn't need that kind of pressure, so he just grinned. "Sounds good to me." 

Then he thought a moment more and pointed out, "We'll have to have family pick us up at the airport, but I don't think they'll mind."

So early in the morning several days before Christmas, Bobbie's little brother Rick flew in with his wife, Lupe. Bobbie, Rick, and Karel checked the plane out while the others watched. Then Rick and Karel got started fueling it. Karel took a lot of notes, both mental and real.

Bobbie showed the other three how to read the weather forecast for the prevailing winds and set up the flight plan. Just for fun, Karel showed them how to use calculus instead of the flight computer. But they all agreed that took too long.



You are thinking that a flight computer is an anachronism. I know you are. So look up "E-6B flight computer" on your favorite search engine.

Oh, you knew about that already. Maybe I shouldn't pretend to know so much about airplanes, after all.



When they were finished with the flight plan, Bobbie, Rick, and Karel took it to the airport office to file it.

Then they all walked through the pre-flight checklist. Bobbie explained things to the others to refresh her own memory, and Karel took more notes.

Bobbie took the pilot's seat, and she insisted on Karel taking the co-pilot's position. Rick was happy to get to relax and talk with Lupe and Dan and Kristie.

After they had been flying for a few minutes, Lupe said, "Rick and I have been reading Lectures on Faith. We heard you guys studied it last spring, so we thought we'd take a look."

Kristie asked, "What do you think?"

"I'm not sure it's very important any more. Most of it seems to be available in the Church class manuals."

Rick agreed. "It seems to me that the primary idea in it for us is the Abrahamic sacrifice. It seems pretty extreme, if all of us have to go that far."

Karel was taking a turn at the controls at the moment, so he just listened.

Bobbie said, "Does everyone really have to face something that hard? I can't imagine how Sarah felt. I mean, even if Isaac might have been, you know, a bit backward because of her being so old when he was born, no mom is going to just say, yeah, go ahead and kill my baby."

Dan said, "I don't think we have the whole story."

Kristie asked, "What do you think really happened?"

Lupe said, "I'm sure we shouldn't assume that we all have to be willing to sacrifice our own children."

In a pause in the conversation, Karel put some thoughts together, and said, "For some, sending a child on a mission is a huge sacrifice."

Bobbie picked that up immediately. "Kelly!"

And they explained about Kelly and her family.

Lupe said, "I can handle that kind of sacrifice."

The plane was flying into clouds. Karel said, "The air feels a little rough, Bobbie, should you take over?"

"Ride it out. The big thing is not to panic."

"Be ready to take over."

"Have some faith in yourself. I'll grab the controls if you do something stupid, but you won't."

Dan asked, "What other kinds of sacrifice can we think of?"

Bobbie pointed out, "Karel is sacrificing his sense of security."

Karel suppressed an urge to turn and kiss Bobbie.

Kristie laughed a little nervously.

Dan said, "Say things like that and we all sacrifice our sense of security."

But Lupe said, "She knows what she's doing. Every student pilot has to learn how to ride out bad weather. Rick had to coach me, too."

And Rick laughed and said, "But not with a plane full of friends. Still, Bobbie and Lupe and I are keeping an eye on things. This isn't really dangerous."

"Lupe knows how to fly, too?"

"Rick taught me. He even made me fly once while I was pregnant."

"That was stupid of me. I won't do it again."

"I threw up all over the controls."

Bobbie and Lupe laughed.

"And I did the first cleanup. And then I paid to get it cleaned right and checked out and fixed. Had to replace certain parts that weren't designed for stomach acids. I think I learned that lesson."

Dan and Kristie eyes went wide.

Karel chuckled. "Sounds like you and Bobbie are related."

Bobbie laughed again, and then Lupe and Rick joined in, followed by Dan and Kristie. But Dan and Kristie looked at each other with another mutual flash of understanding as they laughed.

As the air smoothed out, Bobbie said, "Need a rest?"

"Sure. Thanks." They switched control back to the pilot's position, and Karel leaned back.

Then he said, "The Abrahamic sacrifice is a test of whether or not we are ultimately willing to trust God. Each one of us has his or her own, and we are tested more than once. Kelly and Joel both faced such tests last spring, and Kelly's mother found such a test in Kelly's mission call. And they'll have more."

Rick said, "So it's not a one-shot."

"God trains us as He sees fit, as He decides we are able to handle things."

Bobbie was glad she was at the controls, because she was more than a little inclined to hit Karel. "How you can be so entirely blasé never fails to amaze me."

That did it. Karel leaned over and, self-control partially reasserting itself mid-flight, kissed Bobbie on the cheek instead of the lips.

Everyone but Bobbie and Karel grinned.

"Maybe I'm not so blasé as I sound."

"Well, that was nice," Bobbie said, without even the slightest irony.

Which was all well and good, but Bobbie made sure she was never alone with Karel the rest of the winter vacation.



While they were visiting the Whitmers, Bobbie found herself alone with her mother.

"So, how are things coming?"

"School's great, Mom."

"That's not what I'm asking. Karel is a real jewel. One in a million. Well, Dan's another one in a million. Lightening struck twice, and you know which bolt is yours. What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm scared Mom. You know why."

"Someday, you have to give that up."

"Abraham, Isaac, and Sarah."

"What?"

"Maybe this is one of my tests, but I'm just not ready."



After Christmas, the four of them flew on alone to visit Kristie's family for a day or two, then down to visit Karel's family, and back to Dan's family for New Year's.

Sheliah was really glad to see them all, teasing them unmercifully when she had the chance.

Then they flew back to the Whitmers', and Rick and Lupe flew them back to school.



The link to the next of the characterization chapters will be here when it's ready is here: http://free-is-not-free.blogspot.com/2016/08/economics-101-novel-ch07-pt3-stormy.html.

(The chapter index is here: http://joel-rees-economics.blogspot.jp/2016/04/economics-101-novel-index.html)

Thursday, August 11, 2016

[Backup] Economics 101, a Novel, ch_07 pt1 -- Third Semester

[JMR20180106: backup of http://free-is-not-free.blogspot.com/2016/08/economics-101-novel-ch07-pt1-third.html.]

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Stephanie was only a couple of minutes with Sister Ivie, and then she returned with Bobbie to their floor.
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Stephanie was only a half a punji with Sister Ivie, and then she returned with Bobbie to their floor.

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Karel stepped outside while she talked a minute or two with Jeremy alone.
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Karel stepped outside while she talked a half a punji with Jeremy alone.

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Bobbie said, "I think I can ask him to do that."
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Melissa said, "I think I can ask him to do that."

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Disussion of standard grading methods, cultivation techniques, genetics, and various similar topics proceeded for about five minutes.
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Discussion of standard grading methods, cultivation techniques, genetics, and various similar topics proceeded for about a punji.

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About ten minutes before the end of the class, Sister Momodani stopped the discussion and asked, "What if you had a commodity that, once produced, could be sold any number of times at any price you could get the buyer to pay?"
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A couple of punji before the end of the class, Sister Momodani stopped the discussion and asked, "What if you had a commodity that, once produced, could be sold any number of times at any price you could get the buyer to pay?"

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"Two from my floor, but seven from the building, in all," Kristie replied.
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"Two from my floor, but seven from the building, in all," Kristie replied, still whispering.

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Karel caught Bobbie's eye and raised a finger to his lip.
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Karel caught Bobbie's eye and raised a finger to his lips.

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I will assign a third of you to argue for intellectual property, a third of you to argue against, and a third of you to seek a different approach than either our current laws or intellectual property. Study groups should expect to be spread out across all three topics. For now, research all three sides to the debate. Oh, and after we set up the debate teams, we'll talk more about how the social and cultural context affects value and prices, so be prepared to talk about that, too.
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I will assign a third of you to argue for intellectual property, a third of you to argue against, and a third of you to seek a different approach than either intellectual property or our current laws. You in study groups should expect to be spread out across all three topics. For now, go ahead and research all three sides to the debate. Oh, and after we set up the debate teams, we'll talk more about how social and cultural context affects value and prices, so be prepared to talk about that, too.

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If intellectual property laws are passed, he could control what people do with the devices even after they have bought them."

"Why is that?"
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If intellectual property laws are passed, he could assert legal control over what people do with the devices even after they have bought them."

"Why is that?" Sister Momodani asked.

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"Okay, we're out of time today. Next time we will set up a debate. I will assign a third of you to argue for intellectual property, a third of you to argue against, and a third of you to seek a different approach than either our current laws or intellectual property. For now, research all three sides to the debate."
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"Okay, we're out of time today. Next time we will set up a debate. I will assign a third of you to argue for intellectual property, a third of you to argue against, and a third of you to seek a different approach than either our current laws or intellectual property. Study groups should expect to be spread out across all three topics. For now, research all three sides to the debate. Oh, and after we set up the debate teams, we'll talk more about how the social and cultural context affects value and prices, so be prepared to talk about that, too."

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"Hey Joel, I saw Kelly at the main cafeteria today. She waved."
"Yeah. I'm eating elsewhere so we don't accidentally meet. She says in her letters the language is coming along, but she's sure wishing the visa would come through."

"Any guess on the time?" someone asked.

"Maybe two more weeks."
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"Hey Joel, I saw Kelly at the main cafeteria today. She waved."

"Yeah, she's still here. I'm eating elsewhere so we don't accidentally meet. She says in her letters the language is coming along really well by now, but she's sure wishing the visa would come through."

"Any guess on the time?" someone asked.

"Maybe two more weeks."

"It's been a long wait. Is she just studying all day?"

"They've been giving her and her companion time to proselyte in the afternoons. If the visa doesn't come soon, she may get a temporary reassignment."

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"Are Bobbie and Karel and Dan also being called to do this?"
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"I think so." She paused. "Yes, I'd love to. Are Bobbie and Karel and Dan also being called to do this?"

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Bobbie and Kristie looked at each other and rolled their eyes. "Or maybe we could go into role playing game mode and just say we all have a ton of moog each," Kristie said.
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Bobbie and Kristie looked at each other and shook their heads. Kristie said, "Or maybe we could go into role playing game mode and just say we all have a ton of moog each."

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Several times during the third semester, our four friends' bishops called them each in and interviewed them, trying to appraise their progress towards their eternal goals and encourage them. They were each honest with their bishops, and I won't tell you what that consisted of. It's their business, not ours.

The upshot of it was apparently that they were waiting for something they couldn't quite put their fingers on.

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At about ten thirty (F:00), the RAs called the battles in and sent the students back to the dorms under the light of the hinter moon.
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At about ten thirty (F:00 o' clock), the RAs called the battles in and sent the students back to the dorms under the light of the hinter moon.

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And, of course, they emphasized helping everyone feel comfortable, to give all as much chance as possible to commune with the true Spirit.
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And, of course, they emphasized helping everyone feel comfortable, to give all as much chance as possible to commune with the true Spirit of truth.

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Several of the students still looked doubtful. Others nodded their heads. One said, "Makes sense. What seems funny to us may be important to others."
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Several of the students still looked doubtful. Others nodded their heads. One said, "Makes sense. What seems funny to us may be important to others."

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There was another survey class that our four friends attended together during this semester.

"We're going to have a little simulation today." Assistant Professor Chiaki Momodani passed out slips of paper that said "Commodities" on one side and showed bundles of wheat-like grain, labeled "1 ton moog" on the other. "The goal of today's lesson is to establish a foundation for a real understanding of the underlying principles of buying and selling and getting gain. Do each of you have one ton of moog?"

Students looked around at each other. Some looked puzzled, but most of them nodded.

Dan spoke up. "Karel, I seem to have an affidavit that asserts I own a ton of imaginary moog."

"Or an imaginary ton of moog." Karel replied.

Some of the students laughed.

Bobbie and Kristie looked at each other and rolled their eyes. "Or maybe we could go into role playing game mode and just say we all have a ton of moog each," Kristie said.

Most of the students laughed.

Sister Momodani chuckled. "I knew I could count on you guys."

Bobbie added, "But we have nothing to gain in trading these."

"Shush. You're getting ahead of me." More laughter. "Well, does anyone have a suggestion how to get trade started in this situation?"

Piers put his slip on his desk and wrote, "Piers Grade A" on it. Then he lifted it up and said, "What do I have for a ton of Piers Grade A moog?"

Some of the students laughed, others grumbled.

"Nice. Anyone have a comment?"

"How do I know his is any better than mine?"

"Very good question. Any answers?"

Disussion of standard grading methods, cultivation techniques, genetics, and various similar topics proceeded for about five minutes.

Then Sister Momodani passed out another set of slips, labeled "Commodities" on one side and showing random commodities on the other. "How about now? Is trading going to be any easier? Yes, Kathy?"

"It would be easier if we could break these packages up."

"True. Do you have a thought, George?"

"What if I can't find anyone who has something I want and wants something I have?"

"Do you have an answer to that, Tim?"

"Find somebody who has something you want, then find someone who has that?"

"Is there an easier way?"

Bobbie asked, "I know some of us don't like money," she caught Karel's eye. "But are we going to do this without money?"

"I don't hate money," Karel grumbled.

Much laughter.

"So Bobbie, how would money help?" Sister Momodani asked.

"We wouldn't need to trade for anything specific, we could just sell what we have and buy what we need."

"What do you think, Karel?"

"Who sets the prices?"

And most of the remainder of the class was spent in discussion of market mechanisms. Regulated prices were mentioned, along with cartels, monopolies, patents and copyright, trade associations, guilds, natural disasters, fashion, health of the economy, and so on.

About ten minutes before the end of the class, Sister Momodani stopped the discussion and asked, "What if you had a commodity that, once produced, could be sold any number of times at any price you could get the buyer to pay?"

Karel caught Bobbie's eye and raised a finger to his lip. Bobbie looked at Sister Momodani, and she raised her hand as if to say, "Please wait."

"I mean, I could sell it to Bobbie, and sell it again to Karel, and then to Dan and Kristie and each of you in this class, and to each of your friends. And I could set the price for each sale."

Kathy said, "In church we talk about giving love away, and it doesn't diminish our supply of love."

"True. But that's a kind of interaction that, at least for now, our lawyers and government are wisely keeping their hands out of." Many of the students laughed uncomfortably as she passed out more slips of paper. One side of the slips said, "intellectual property". The other had blank lines. "Some say that patents and copyrights should be classed as 'intellectual property'. What do you guys think?"

Piers complained. "But patent and copyright is the right to deal in a certain product in the market. If it's an exclusive right, you can't sell it twice. Not for the same period at any rate. Non-exclusive rights would be kind of like when we all had 1 ton of moog."

"Bobbie?"

"Being able to claim ownership on what's in another person's mind would be handy if you wanted the power to take that person to court any time you wanted to."

"Is that what intellectual property means, Karel?"

"Those who advocate intellectual property won't admit that is what they are trying to do, but I don't see any way to avoid the eventuality of that interpretation."

Dan chuckled. "Speak English, Karel."

"When they try to pass laws enabling intellectual property as a legal concept, they're asking us to trust them never to abuse the ephemeral property rights."

"Try again."

"Let's back up, Karel. Can you explain the concept a little more fully?"

"I worked in a company that made semiconductors. My ex-boss wanted to patent ideas, but current law requires him to present a functioning example of a device to the Union of Independent States patent office. He has patented several devices, and if anyone deals with one of those devices without his permission, he has the right to sue them to prevent that, and to sue for damages in the marketplace, as well."

"So he controls what people do with those devices."

"Under present law, he can only control manufacture and sale, because those are marketplace activities. If intellectual property laws are passed, he could control what people do with the devices even after they have bought them."

"Why is that?"

"Because he would own, not just the right to control dealing with the device in the marketplace, but the abstract patented device itself. In effect, you would no longer be able to buy one of the devices, only the right to take it home, or to your company, and use it the way he says you can." (The question of how different the laws of the UIS were at this time from your laws is left to the reader to investigate.)

"Okay, we're out of time today. Next time we will set up a debate. I will assign a third of you to argue for intellectual property, a third of you to argue against, and a third of you to seek a different approach than either our current laws or intellectual property. For now, research all three sides to the debate."

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Well, if they could have such a king as Solomon, taking so many wives, at least one of them might have written a long poem similar to the Song of Solomon.
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Well, if they could have such a king as Solomon, taking so many wives, at least one of them might have written a long poem similar to the Song of Solomon. And one of those wives did.

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"I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem," he started, looking at Karel.

"Nice one." he looked at the young men and women around him and nodded. "Let's all just make sure we don't wake Solomon up when he's finished reading."

The student raised his eyebrows. "I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please."
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"I demand of you, O ye daughters of the Holy City," he started, looking at Karel.

"Nice one." he looked at the young men and women around him and nodded. "Let's all just make sure we don't wake the king up when he's finished reading."

The student raised his eyebrows. "I demand of you, O ye daughters of the Holy City, by the stags and the does of the field, that ye do not disturb, nor awake my love, till he please."

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Eleven o'clock. I've been glossing over this. Their time units are actually base sixteen, eight hours before noon and eight after. Entropy-wise, the length of the day is a few minutes shorter, if comparing entropy rates there and here makes any sense at all. But did you really want me to tell you it was about F:80 of their clock?

=picture= of hexadecimal clock with 12 hour clock (link to http://math-and-english.blogspot.com/2018/03/games-with-time-units.html)

Oh, and Friday. I've been glossing over this, as well. They have a two-day weekend, so it's the night before the weekend. Their weekdays are named, but you won't recognize the names. You won't mind if we continue to use the weekdays you're familiar with, will you, since there are seven?
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Eleven o'clock. I've been glossing over this. Their time units are actually base sixteen, eight hours before noon and eight after. Entropy-wise, the length of the day is a few minutes shorter, if comparing entropy rates there and here makes any sense at all. But did you really want me to tell you it was about F:80 of their clock?

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Oh, and Friday. I've been glossing over this, as well. They have a two-day weekend like we do. It's the night before the weekend. Their weekdays are named, but you won't recognize the names. You won't mind if we continue to use the weekdays you're familiar with, will you, since there are seven?

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Then they all want their separate ways for summer.
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Then they all went their separate ways for summer.

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They were hiding outside their dorm buildings a little past eleven on a Friday night.
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They were hiding outside their dorm buildings a little past eleven on a Friday night.

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Eleven o'clock. I've been glossing over this. Their time units are actually base sixteen, eight hours before noon and eight after. Entropy-wise, the length of the day is a few minutes shorter, if comparing entropy rates there and here makes any sense at all. But did you really want me to tell you it was about F:80 of their clock?

Oh, and Friday. I've been glossing over this, as well. They have a two-day weekend, so it's the night before the weekend. Their weekdays are named, but you won't recognize the names. You won't mind if we continue to use the weekdays you're familiar with, will you, since there are seven?

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Karel went in to talk with Sister Ivie, the dorm Mom for Bobbie's building, and then followed Bobbie and Petra. At the bottom of the stairs, he could see the backs of their heads. They seemed to be quietly watching something. As he rounded the wall and entered the basement lounge, he saw that they were looking at two students sleeping on each others' shoulders on one of the couches. There was a basket of clean laundry in front of them.
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Karel went in to talk with Sister Ivie, the dorm Mom for Bobbie's building, and then followed Bobbie and Petra down the stairs. From the bottom landing, he could see the backs of their heads, where they seemed to be standing quietly, watching something. As he rounded the wall and entered the basement lounge, he saw that they were looking at two students sleeping on each others' shoulders on one of the couches. There was a basket of clean laundry and another empty basket in front of them.

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At about ten thirty, the RAs called the battles in and sent the students back to the dorms. They checked for stragglers, warned them about curfews, and returned to the dorms, themselves.
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At about ten thirty (F:00), the RAs called the battles in and sent the students back to the dorms under the light of the hinter moon. They checked for stragglers, warned them about curfews, and returned to the dorms, themselves.

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"Says she's enjoying the Book of Mormon. Much more interesting now. And she took some of her preparation time this week to read Hosea."
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"Says she's enjoying the Book of Ehyephoot. Much more interesting now. And she took some of her preparation time this week to read Squiye."

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Their stake presidents recommended our four friends to be called as temple workers.

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"You wanted to see me, Bishop Green?"
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"You wanted to see me, Bishop Green?"

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The interviews with the other three were similar.

Karel and Bobbie had regular meetings with the supervising professors.

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The interviews with the other three went similarly.

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Karel and Bobbie continued to have regular meetings with the supervising professors.

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"Winn has troubles at work."
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"But Winn has troubles at work."

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"Hey, what could it hurt? I'll quote from Song of Solomon."
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"Hey, what could it hurt? I'll quote from Song of Solomon."

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How is it that their Holy Book had a book similar the Song of Solomon? A City of their God, a City of Peace, we can understand. And a king similar to Solomon, we can understand. Well, if they could have such a king as Solomon, taking so many wives, at least one of them might have written a long poem similar to the Song of Solomon.

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Someone started a game of the Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Others gathered around to read the Song of Solomon.

Karel eavesdropped on the readers for a few minutes, and then said, "Some people accept the Song of Solomon as a metaphorical description of the love of Jesus for the Church. Be careful not to treat it too lightly."
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Someone started a game of remembering names of books from their Book, similar to the game Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Others gathered around to read from this book that was similar to the Song of Solomon.

Karel eavesdropped on the readers for a few minutes, and then said, "Some people accept this book as a metaphorical description of the love of the Savior for the Church. Be careful not to treat it too lightly."

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(The framing story starts is here: http://free-is-not-free.blogspot.jp/2016/03/economics-101-novel-ch00.html. If you haven't read that, you might want to. Otherwise, the rest of this may not make much sense.

Introductions and characterizations begin here: http://free-is-not-free.blogspot.com/2016/05/economics-101-novel-ch01-introducing.html.

In the five parts of the last chapter, we get to watch them get serious about life in their second semester as graduate students: http://free-is-not-free.blogspot.com/2016/07/economics-101-novel-ch06-pt1-second.html.

If you don't care about characterization, you might want to jump ahead: http://free-is-not-free.blogspot.jp/2016/03/economics-101-novel-ch10-bobbie-and.html.)

The second year started out as more of the same.

Sort of.



"What are you doing out here, Bobbie?" Kristie was whispering.

"Same as you, I'd guess." Bobbie whispered back. "How many?"

They were hiding outside their dorm buildings a little past eleven on a Friday night.

"Two from my floor, but seven from the building, in all."

"One from my floor and four more from our building. I told the other RAs we should just post a note telling them to knock on the dorm Mom's door, but they seem to think we have to go after them."

"We have to suggest sitting down to re-read our job descriptions together, I think."

"Hi, girls."

"Dan! You scared me," Kristie whispered. "Sshhh! Are we that bad at hiding?"

"I knew you'd be here." Then he said, in a loud voice, "I was sent here to tell some unnamed women that the Yale wannabees have canceled their plans for a panty raid and they won't be needed to let the invaders in, after all."

"Oh." And Kristie and Bobbie came out of their hiding places, laughing.

Bobbie said to herself, "Too bad." But then she called out, "Okay, girls, wherever you are, let's go in. Maybe we can have some semi-official coed games tomorrow at dusk, instead."

At first, there was no response. Then, one-by-one, eleven women came out of their hiding places, complaining and joking.

After counting, Bobbie called out again, "Stephanie. Where are you?"

No response.

"Stephanie? She wasn't with us." The erstwhile hiders looked around at each other.

Kristie and Bobbie looked carefully at their residents' faces and decided they weren't lying.

Just then Karel came up behind them.

"We have one man unaccounted for in my building. Any of you women know where Jeremy Snow is?"

No one knew.

"Well, since I'm here, I'll tell you about the games tomorrow. The semi-official games of capture-the-flag are semi-official. Tomorrow. About dusk. And not in the dorms. We love you all, but we do have to try to avoid activities where students who don't want to participate could get their feelings hurt."

"You love us? What is Bobbie going to say?"

Bobbie grinned and replied, "Bobbie loves you guys, too. And if anyone finds out what's up with our two missing students, let us know. Check in with your dorm Moms on the way."

The women returned to their dorms, laughing and still complaining.

Karel said, "Let's check the laundry rooms and kitchens in each building. Stephanie is one of yours, Bobbie?"

"Yeah."

"Let's start in your building."

Dan and Kristie went back to their dorms to update the other dorm Moms, and Bobbie went inside, recruited another RA named Petra, and went down to the basement.

Karel went in to talk with Sister Ivie, the dorm Mom for Bobbie's building, and then followed Bobbie and Petra. At the bottom of the stairs, he could see the backs of the two women RA's heads. They seemed to be quietly watching something. As he rounded the wall and entered the basement lounge, he saw that they were looking at two students sleeping on each others' shoulders on one of the couches. There was a basket of clean laundry in front of them.

Karel cleared his throat. Neither of them woke up. Then he checked the laundry machines.

"Third dryer." Bobbie said.

There was a load of men's clothes in the third dryer, which had stopped.

"They're so cute!" Petra sighed.

Karel chuckled.

Bobbie called, softly, "Stephanie!"

And Karel said, not so softly, "Jeremy."

Jeremy woke up first, groggily. He looked up at the RAs and shook himself awake, trying to figure out where he was. Then he looked at the woman beside him. "Steph." He said gently.

Then he kissed her and she woke up. "We are being visited by angels," he said.

Karel looked at the ceiling, Bobbie closed her eyes, and Petra covered her face.

"Warn us before you do that." Petra said.

Stephanie blinked and looked up at the RAs. As comprehension returned, she started to panic. "Ah-are we in trouble?"

The three RAs grinned, and Karel said, "Probably not. Jeremy get your clothes out of the dryer and let's go talk to our dorm Moms."

In Sister Ivie's office/living room, Jeremy and Stephanie apologized.

Sister Ivie asked the two of them, sternly, "Do we need to make a rule about men not using laundry in the women's dorms?"

They weren't sure what to say.

Then she smiled. "I'll need to ask Stephanie a few questions before she goes to bed. Bobbie, could you wait outside?"

"I'll be waiting."

"Thank you for helping, Petra."

"Sure."

"And, Jeremy, would you take Karel back to your dorm with you?"

"Uh, ..." Jeremy looked confused at the question.

"I'm sure he will," said Karel.

"Oh. Okay." Jeremy agreed.

And Petra and Karel and Jeremy left.

Stephanie was only a couple of minutes with Sister Ivie, and then she returned with Bobbie to their floor. They talked quietly, giggling, as they climbed the stairs, and then Bobbie gave her a hug and they said goodnight.

When Karel and Jeremy their building, they stopped in Sister Vincent's office to talk. Karel stepped outside while she talked a minute or two with Jeremy alone. Then they climbed the stairs to their floor together.

"I guess I blew it."

"Blew what?"

"Curfew and all."

"If you told Sister Vincent the truth, nobody's hurt."

"Oh."

"You missed some excitement, but not much."

"Excitement?"

"Some of the younger men who seem to think they are at an Ivie League school or something tried to organize a panty raid tonight."

"That's sick."

"A little misogynistic, perhaps. Innocent bystanders could get hurt."

Jeremy was quiet for a moment. "You're not mad about having to go get me or anything?"

"You wanna help entertain the troops at the substitute battles tomorrow?"

Jeremy wasn't following him.

"We suggested they have a coed capture-the-flag battle or two tomorrow night instead of the raid that got busted tonight."

"Uhm, I'll have to ask Stephanie what she thinks. I don't think she'd be happy if I went without her."

"If she's up for it, I could use an ally or two."

"You aren't mad."

"Just be careful about the time, and what you do together. They say all's fair, but love is not always safe." Karel gave him a hug and said, "Sleep tight."



Jeremy and Stephanie joined the battles the following night with several of the most of the crowd that seemed to want to behave like they weren't at a Church college and several of the RAs. There was some grumbling as they started, especially at the warning to play gently because it was a mixed gender game. But the excitement of the mock hunt in the dusk and the opportunity to chase members of the opposite sex seemed to partially mitigate the complaints.

At about ten thirty, the RAs called the battles in and sent the students back to the dorms. They checked for stragglers, warned them about curfews, and returned to the dorms, themselves.

"How was it?" Karel asked Stephanie and Jeremy on his way inside.

"We had fun," Stephanie said. "I'd never done that before."

"She captured two flags."

"Not without your help."

"Thanks for inviting us."

"Thanks for helping out. Curfew's midnight tonight, but don't be too late."

They both said they would watch the time, and Karel went inside.



Since our four friends were really busy, they remained as alternates on the folk dance team, and the team recruited a replacement for Kelly.
However, since they were on the team at the start of the semester, they registered for the team's class instead of another dance class. Bobbie was a little disappointed, because Karel, Kristie, and even Dan had all expressed interest in taking modern dance.

Kelly and Joel wrote each other, and Joel kept the team updated on Kelly's progress with the language.



"Hey Joel, I saw Kelly at the cafeteria today. She waved."
"Yeah. I'm eating elsewhere so we don't accidentally meet. She says in her letters the language is coming along, but she's sure wishing the visa would come through."

"Any guess on the time?" someone asked.

"Maybe two more weeks."

And someone else asked, "How's she doing on the scriptures?"

"Says she's enjoying the Book of Mormon. Much more interesting now. And she took some of her preparation time this week to read Hosea."

"What did she think?"

"She says she thinks gets the symbolism now. And she no longer thinks the Lord is telling her she's a bad girl every time she reads the word, 'repent'."

"Wonderful! That can be so hard to get over."



Their stake presidents recommended the four of them be called as temple workers.



"You wanted to see me, Bishop Green?"

"Kristie. Glad to see you. Come in, come in. Have a chair. Make yourself comfortable."

Kristie sat down. "What did you want to see me about?"

"You and your three friends go to the temple pretty regularly."

"Yes."

"We have decided to ask you to become a temple worker."

"You mean, check recommends at the door?"

"I think that's one of the things you'll be asked to do. But you may also be asked to help out in the ordinances themselves."

"Me?"

"What do you think. Are you willing to do it?"

"Are Bobbie and Karel and Dan also being called to do this?"

"Depends on their bishops is all I can say."



Karel and Bobbie had regular meetings with the supervising professors.



"Hi, Melissa."

"Oh, Bobbie. Neither of your professors is here yet. Can you wait?"

"I'm early. I thought Karel would be, too. How are things going?"

"Oh, good and not so good." Melissa put her hand on her stomach.

"Morning sickness?"

She nodded.

"May I?" Bobbie put her hand out.

Melissa laughed. "Nothing to feel yet." But she took Bobbie's hand and placed it on her belly.

"Not yet." Bobbie agreed.

"Winn has troubles at work."

Karel came in the door as Bobbie sat down. "Troubles at work? What kind?" he asked as he sat down beside her.

"I'm not sure. He won't tell me. Except the boss is talking about not being able to pay wages next month."

"Oh, dear."

"I guess this is where the trials come in? The home teachers have been warning us that all new members have trials."

"Maybe. Anybody who tries to change for the better is generally going to find some opposition. Losing a job is not necessarily one of the usual trials, though."

Bobbie gave Karel a look of appreciation. "Have you talked with his boss?" she asked.

"Yes. He said something about the usual orders not coming in, and that the company is looking at branching out in new directions. He wants all the employees to skip wages every other month for a half a year so that he can invest the money in some new business."

Bobbie and Karel looked at each other.

"Who all have you talked with about it?" Bobbie asked.

"My home teachers, family, some professors here, the bishop, some friends. But it's hard to talk about it when I don't even know what the new business is."

"Does Winn?"

"He won't tell me whether he knows or not."

"And the boss wouldn't tell you?"

"He says to trust him. He's a former bishop."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Karel asked, a bit sharply.

Bobbie looked a little surprised at Karel's small outburst.

Melissa continued, hesitantly, "He said, 'Once a bishop, always a bishop.'"

"Last time I heard a former bishop tell me I should trust him because he was a former bishop, he was in trouble. He was selling something to people who shouldn't have been buying what he was selling."

Bobbie said, "Well, I know I don't necessarily trust all bishops, but they generally don't call people you can't trust."

"Stewardships have limits. A true steward won't assume responsibilities outside his current stewardship."

Bobbie looked troubled.

Melissa looked troubled, too. "Oh dear, I'm causing another fight."

"Karel, maybe I have doubts about this, too, but, should you judge a man so quickly and harshly?"

Both Bobbie and Karel were praying in their hearts.

Karel looked for a more moderate position. "Anyway, I'd suggest you ask Winn to pray with you about what to do."

Bobbie said, "I can agree with that."

Professor White came to the door. "Sorry to be late."

"Thanks for letting me talk about it."

"Sure. And take care of yourself."

Melissa smiled and put her hand on her stomach. "Okay."

As they followed Professor White, Karel quietly asked Bobbie, "Is, I mean, are they, ...?".

And Bobbie nodded without saying a word.

"What a time to be worrying about work."




The next time they went to the temple, when they presented their recommends at the door, they were shown in to a different room than the usual one. Other newly called temple workers were waiting there, as well. Soon, the temple presidency greeted them.

And even if I knew what their instruction consisted of, I couldn't tell you much. But they did start with simple things, like checking recommends at the door and guiding other visitors in the temple from one place to another.



"Kelly's visa came in!" Joel seemed as excited as if it were his own.

"When does she leave?"

"She's already left. Her next letter will be from her first assigned area."



Karel stood up, looked around the lounge, and said, "I really don't want to play the heavy, here, but too many guys have been way too close to the girls they are with for way too long. Let's all stand up and stretch and repeat a favorite verse from the scriptures."

"Huh?"

"You gotta be kidding."

"Hey, what could it hurt? I'll quote from Song of Solomon."

Karel shook his head half in disbelief, chuckling. "Do you remember it?"

"Wait, I'll go get it."

When he came back down with his scriptures, everyone was waiting, expectantly.

"I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem," he started, looking at Karel.

"Nice one." he looked at the young men and women around him. "Just make sure we don't wake Solomon up when he's finished."

"I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please."

Laughter ensued.

"I think the mood has lightened a bit. Carry on."

Somehow, the mood had lightened significantly.

Someone started a game of the Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Others gathered around to read the Song of Solomon.

Karel listened in for a few minutes, and said, "Some people accept the Song of Solomon as a metaphorical description of the love of Jesus for the Church. Be careful not to treat it too lightly."

"But, ..." and one women quoted a verse.

"If you don't like people making fun of our temples, don't make fun of what they believe in."

"I can't understand it."

"You don't need to."

"What about you?"

"I don't need to understand their belief, either."



Several times during the third semester, our four friends' bishops called them each in and interviewed them, trying to appraise their progress towards their eternal goals and encouraging them. They were each honest with their bishops, and I won't tell you what they said. It's their business, not ours.

The upshot of it was apparently that they were waiting for something they couldn't quite put their fingers on.



The link to the next of the characterization chapters will be here when it's ready is here: http://free-is-not-free.blogspot.com/2016/08/economics-101-novel-ch07-pt2-getting.html.

(The chapter index is here: http://joel-rees-economics.blogspot.jp/2016/04/economics-101-novel-index.html)