Dawn drills and the second world — "Borders of court for singles Mr…"
‘Borders of court for singles Mr. Rader are what.’ ‘Twenty-four by eight sir,’ sounding hoarse and thin. ‘So. Second world without cold or purple dots of bright for you is 23.8 meters, 8 I think .2 meters. Yes? In that world is joy because there is shelter of something else, of purpose past sluggardly self and complaints about uncomfort. I am speaking to not just LaMont Chu of the temperance world. You have a chance to occur, playing. No? To make for you this second world that is always the same: there is in this world you, and in the hand a tool, there is a ball, there is opponent with his tool, and always only two of you, you and this other, inside the lines, with always a purpose to keep this world alive, yes?’ […] ‘This second world inside the lines. Yes? Is this adjusting? This is not adjusting. This is not adjusting to ignore cold and wind and tired. Not ignoring “as if.” Is no cold. Is no wind. No cold wind where you occur. No? Not “adjust to conditions.” Make this second world inside the world: here there are no conditions.’
Context
Schtitt's sermon to the shivering A-squad, and the theme's constructive pole: a bounded territory surveyed to the decimeter — Rader's catechism answer corrected to "23.8 meters, 8 I think .2 meters" — inside whose lines "there are no conditions" and a self gets "a chance to occur." Delivered the morning after Eschaton, with the debacle's monitor-glass still glittering on the fences (pp. 455–456, in texture): where Eschaton died of confusing representation with world, Schtitt proposes deliberately building a second world whose lines are honored absolutely, and the reward is existence itself. If the theme has a redemptive spine entry, it's this one.