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Neither Democracy Nor Effective Representation Is Possible Until Each Participant In The Group...devotes A Measurable Part Of His Life To Furthering Its Existence.

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Neither Democracy Nor Effective

Lewis Mumford

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Neither Democracy Nor Effective Representation Is Possible Until Each Participant In The Group...devotes A Measurable Part Of His Life To Furthering Its Existence.

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The Cities And Mansions That People Dream Of Are Those In Which They Finally Live.

We Have Created An Industrial Order Geared To Automatism, Where Feeble-mindedness, Native Or Acquired, Is Necessary For Docile Productivity In The Factory; And Where A Pervasive Neurosis Is The Final Gift Of The Meaningless Life That Issues Forth At The Other End.

Because Of Their Origin And Purpose, The Meanings Of Art Are Of A Different Order From The Operational Meanings Of Science And Technics: They Relate, Not To External Means And Consequences, But To Internal Transformations, And Unless It Produce These Internal Transformations The Work Of Art Is Either Perfunctory Or Dead.

Above All We Need, Particularly As Children, The Reassuring Presence Of A Visible Community, An Intimate Group That Enfolds Us With Understanding And Love, And That Becomes An Object Of Our Spontaneous Loyalty, As A Criterion And Point Of Reference For The Rest Of The Human Race.

To Curb The Machine And Limit Art To Handicraft Is A Denial Of Opportunity.

Unfortunately, Once An Economy Is Geared To Expansion, The Means Rapidly Turn Into An End And "the Going Becomes The Goal."

The Chief Function Of The City Is To Convert Power Into Form, Energy Into Culture, Dead Matter Into The Living Symbols Of Art, Biological Reproduction Into Social Creativity.

It Has Not Been For Nothing That The Word Has Remained Man's Principal Toy And Tool: Without The Meanings And Values It Sustains, All Man's Other Tools Would Be Worthless.

Deliberately, On Every Historic Occasion, We Piously Fake Events For The Benefit Of Photographers, While The Actual Event Often Occurs In A Different Fashion; And We Have The Effrontery To Call These Artful Dress Rehearsals Authentic Historic Documents.

Life Is An Art We Are Required To Practice Without Preparation, A Score That We Play At Sight Even Before We Have Mastered Our Instruments.

Every Work Of Art Is An Abstraction From Time; It Denies The Reality Of Change And Decay And Death.

Trend Is Not Destiny.

In Vulgar Usage, Progress Has Come To Mean Limitless Movement In Space And Time, Accompanied, Necessarily, By An Equally Limitless Command Of Energy: Culminating In Limitless Destruction.

The Cycle Of The Machine Is Now Coming To An End. Man Has Learned Much In The Hard Discipline And The Shrewd, Unflinching Grasp Of Practical Possibilities That The Machine Has Provided In The Last Three Centuries: But We Can No More Continue To Live In The World Of The Machine Than We Could Live Successfully On The Barren Surface Of The Moon.

Mechanical Instruments, Potentially A Vehicle Of Rational Human Purposes, Are Scarcely A Blessing When They Enable The Gossip Of The Village Idiot And The Deeds Of The Thug To Be Broadcast To A Million People Each Day.

One's Worst Enormities Remain Within, And It Is Only One's Vulgar Commonplaces Of Error And Folly That Turn Into Murders And Suicides, Treasons, Infidelities, And Betrayals.

Every Transformation Of Humanity Has Rested Upon Deep Stirrings And Intuitions, Whose Rationalized Expression Takes The Form Of A New Picture Of The Cosmos And The Nature Of The Human.

The Earth Is The Lord's Fullness Thereof: This Is No Longer A Hollow Dictum Of Religion, But A Directive For Economic Action Toward Human Brotherhood.

In War, The Army Is Not Merely A Pure Consumer, But A Negative Producer.

The Fujiyama Of Architecture?at Once A Lofty Mountain And A National Shrine.

Don't Take The Will For The Deed; Get The Deed.

A Picture Was Once A Rare Sort Of Symbol, Rare Enough To Call For Attentive Concentration. Now It Is The Actual Experience That Is Rare, And The Picture Has Become Ubiquitous.

I Would Die Happy If I Knew That On My Tombstone Could Be Written These Words, "this Man Was An Absolute Fool. None Of The Disastrous Things That He Reluctantly Predicted Ever Came To Pass!"

The Fact That Order And Creativity Are Complementary Has Been Basic To Man's Cultural Development; For He Has To Internalize Order To Be Able To Give External Form To His Creativity.

I'm A Pessimist About Probabilities, I'm An Optimist About Possibilities.

Sport In The Sense Of A Mass-spectacle, With Death To Add To The Underlying Excitement, Comes Into Existence When A Population Has Been Drilled And Regimented And Depressed To Such An Extent That It Needs At Least A Vicarious Participation In Difficult Feats Of Strength Or Skill Or Heroism In Order To Sustain Its Waning Life-sense.

Forget The Damned Motor Car And Build The Cities For Lovers And Friends.

War Vies With Magic In Its Efforts To Get Something For Nothing.

To The Extent That The Scientist's Capacity For Pursuing The Truth Depends Upon Costly Apparatus, Institutional Collaboration And Heavy Capital Investment By Government Or Industry He Is No Longer His Own Master.

If Mankind Is To Escape Its Programmed Self-extinction The God Who Saves Us Will Not Descend From The Machine: He Will Rise Up Again In The Human Soul.

Do You Want To Know What I Most Regret About My Youth? That I Didn't Dream More Boldly And Demand Of Myself More Impossible Things; For All One Does In Maturity Is To Carve In Granite Or Porphyry The Soap Bubble One Blew In Youth! Oh To Have Dreamed Harder!

Iron And Coal Dominated Everywhere, From Grey To Black: The Black Boots, The Black Stove-pipe Hat, The Black Coach Or Carriage, The Black Iron Frame Of The Hearth, The Black Cooking Pots And Pans And Stoves. Was It A Mourning? Was It Protective Coloration? Was It Mere Depression Of The Senses? No Matter What The Original Color Of The Paleotechnic Milieu Might Be It Was Soon Reduced By Reason Of The Soot And Cinders That Accompanied Its Activities, To Its Characteristic Tones, Grey, Dirty-brown, Black.

Chaos, If It Does Not Harden Into A Pattern Of Disorder, May Be More Fruitful Than A Regularity Too Easily Accepted And A Success Too Easily Achieved.

Virtue Is Not A Chemical Product...it Is A Historic Product, Like Language And Literature; And This Means That If We Cease To Care About It, Cease To Cultivate It, Cease To Transmit Its Funded Values, A Large Part Of It Will Become Meaningless, Like A Dead Language To Which We Have Lost The Key.

Happiness, I Think, Lies On The Surface... When One Plunges Under The Surface All The Buoyant Things Disappear, And The Farther Down One Gets The More Cold And Dark It Seems: And The More Oppressive Space Feels.

The Artist Does Not Illustrate Science; ... [but] He Frequently Responds To The Same Interests That A Scientist Does, And Expresses By A Visual Synthesis What The Scientist Converts Into Analytical Formulae Or Experimental Demonstrations.

Moment To Moment, It Turns Out, Is Not God's Conception, Or Nature's. It Is Man Conversing With Himself About And Through A Piece Of Machinery He Created."we Effectively Became "time-keepers, And Then Time-savers, And Now Time-servers" With The Invention Of The Clock."

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It Was Stieglitz's Endeavor... To Translate The Unseen World Of Tactile Values As They Develop Between Lovers Not Merely Into The Sexual Act But The Entire Relation Of Two Personalities - To Translate This World Of Blind Touch Into Sight.

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When Art Seems To Be Empty Of Meaning, As No Doubt Some Of The Abstract Painting Of Our Own Day Actually Does Seem, What The Painting Says, Indeed What The Artist Is Shrieking At The Top Of His Voice, Is That Life Has Become Empty Of All Rational Content And Coherence, And That, In Times Like These, Is Far From A Meaningless Statement.

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A Man Of Courage Never Needs Weapons, But He May Need Bail.

Only When Love Takes The Lead Will The Earth, And Life On Earth, Be Safe Again. And Not Until Then.

By His Very Success In Inventing Labor-saving Devices, Modern Man Has Manufactured An Abyss Of Boredom That Only The Privileged Classes In Earlier Civilizations Have Ever Fathomed.

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Love And Friendship

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Architecture Is Either The Prophecy Of An Unformed Society Or The Tomb Of A Finished One.

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Whereas Freud Was For The Most Part Concerned With The Morbid Effects Of Unconscious Repression, Jung Was More Interested In The Manifestations Of Unconscious Expression, First In The Dream And Eventually In All The More Orderly Products Of Religion And Art And Morals.

Every Generation Revolts Against Its Fathers And Makes Friends With Its Grandfathers.

War Is Both The Product Of An Earlier Corruption, And A Producer Of New Corruptions.

Humor Is Our Way Of Defending Ourselves From Life's Absurdities By Thinking Absurdly About Them.

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This Metropolitan World, Then, Is A World Where Flesh And Blood Is Less Real Than Paper And Ink And Celluloid.

Utopias Rest On The Fallacy That Perfection Is A Legitimate Goal Of Human Existence.

Traditionalists Are Pessimists About The Future And Optimists About The Past.

Our National Flower Is The Concrete Cloverleaf.

The City Is A Fact In Nature, Like A Cave, A Run Of Mackerel Or An Ant-heap. But It Is Also A Conscious Work Of Art, And It Holds Within Its Communal Framework Many Simpler And More Personal Forms Of Art. Mind Takes Form In The City; And In Turn, Urban Forms Condition Mind.

What Was Once Called The Objective World Is A Sort Of Rorschach Ink Blot, Into Which Each Culture, Each System Of Science And Religion, Each Type Of Personality, Reads A Meaning Only Remotely Derived From The Shape And Color Of The Blot Itself

Man's Chief Purpose Is The Creation And Preservation Of Values; That Is What Gives Meaning To Our Civilization, And The Participation In This Is What Gives Significance, Ultimately, To The Individual Human Life.

Modern Man Is The Victim Of The Very Instruments He Values Most. Every Gain In Power, Every Mastery Of Natural Forces, Every Scientific Addition To Knowledge, Has Proved Potentially Dangerous, Because It Has Not Been Accompanied By Equal Gains In Self-understanding And Self-discipline.

Unable To Create A Meaningful Life For Itself, The Personality Takes Its Own Revenge: From The Lower Depths Comes A Regressive Form Of Spontaneity: Raw Animality Forms A Counterpoise To The Meaningless Stimuli And The Vicarious Life To Which The Ordinary Man Is Conditioned. Getting Spiritual Nourishment From This Chaos Of Events, Sensations, And Devious Interpretations Is The Equivalent Of Trying To Pick Through A Garbage Pile For Food.

Nothing Endures Except Life: The Capacity For Birth, Growth, And Renewal.

Nothing About His Life Is More Strange To [man] Or More Unaccountable In Purely Mundane Terms Than The Stirrings He Finds In Himself, Usually Fitful But Sometimes Overwhelming, To Look Beyond His Animal Existence And Not Be Fully Satisfied With Its Immediate Substance. He Lacks The Complacency Of The Other Animals: He Is Obsessed By Pride And Guilt, Pride At Being Something More Than A Mere Animal, Built At Falling Short Of The High Aims He Sets For Himself.

The Right To Have Access To Every Building In The City By Private Motorcar In An Age When Everyone Possesses Such A Vehicle Is Actually The Right To Destroy The City.

Idealism And Science Continue To Function In Separate Compartments; And Yet 'the Happiness Of Man On Earth' Depends Upon Their Combination.

Growth And Self-transformation Cannot Be Delegated.

Restore Human Legs As A Means Of Travel. Pedestrians Rely On Food For Fuel And Need No Special Parking Facilities.

Nothing Is Unthinkable, Nothing Impossible To The Balanced Person, Provided It Comes Out Of The Needs Of Life And Is Dedicated To Life's Further Development.

New York Is The Perfect Model Of A City, Not The Model Of A Perfect City.

We Have Lost Faith In The Formal Powers Of The Mind, Not, As Some Suppose, Because Our Universe Is Too Difficult To Grasp, But Because We Lack The Inner Principle Of Order.

In The Name Of Economy A Thousand Wasteful Devices Would Be Invented; And In The Name Of Efficiency New Forms Of Mechanical Time-wasting Would Be Devised: Both Processes Gained Speed Through The Nineteenth Century And Have Come Close To The Limit Of Extravagant Futility In Our Own Time. But Labor-saving Devices Could Only Achieve Their End-that Of Freeing Mankind For Higher Functions-if The Standard Of Living Remained Stable. The Dogma Of Increasing Wants Nullified Every Real Economy And Set The Community In A Collective Squirrel-cage.

Misery, Mutilation, Destruction, Terror, Starvation And Death Characterize The Process Of War And Form A Principal Part Of The Product.

Adding Highway Lanes To Deal With Traffic Congestion Is Like Loosening Your Belt To Cure Obesity.

For Most Americans, Progress Means Accepting What Is New Because It Is New, And Discarding What Is Old Because It Is Old.

Accepting What Is

Western Society Has Accepted As Unquestionable A Technological Imperative That Is Quite As Arbitrary As The Most Primitive Taboo: Not Merely The Duty To Foster Invention And Constantly To Create Technological Novelties, But Equally The Duty To Surrender To These Novelties Unconditionally, Just Because They Are Offered, Without Respect To Their Human Consequences.

Organic Planning Does Not Begin With A Preconceived Goal; It Moves From Need To Need, From Opportunity To Opportunity, In A Series Of Adaptations That Themselves Become Increasingly Coherent And Purposeful, So That They Generate A Complex Final Design, Hardly Less Unified Than A Pre-formed Geometric Pattern.

War Is A Specific Product Of Civilization.

Adventure Is Humdrum And Routine Unless One Assimilates It, Unless One Relates It To A Central Core Which Grows Within And Gives It Contour And Significance. Raw Experience Is Empty, Just As Empty As The Forecastle Of A Whaler As In A Chamber Of A Counting House; For It Is Not What One Does, But In A Manifold Sense, What One Realizes That Keeps Existence From Being Vain And Trivial.

One Of The Functions Of Intelligence Is To Take Account Of The Dangers That Come From Trusting Solely To The Intelligence.

The Mind Reproduces Itself By Transmitting Its Symbols To Other Intermediaries, Human And Mechanical, Than The Particular Brain That First Assembled Them.

A Certain Amount Of Opposition Is A Great Help To A Man. Kites Rise Against, Not With, The Wind.

When Cities Were First Founded, An Old Egyptian Scribe Tells Us, The Mission Of The Founder Was To 'put Gods In Their Shrines.' The Task Of The Coming City Is Not Essentially Different: Its Mission Is To Put The Highest Concerns Of Man At The Center Of All His Activities.

Every New Baby Is A Blind Desperate Vote For Survival: People Who Find Themselves Unable To Register An Effective Political Protest Against Extermination Do So By A Biological Act.

As For The Various Kinds Of Montage Photography, They Are In Reality Not Photography At All But A Kind Of Painting In Which Photography Is Used - As Pastiches Of Textiles Are Used In Crazy-quilts - To Form A Mosaic. Whatever Value The Montage May Have Derives From Painting Rather Than The Camera.

Each Person Is A Temporary Focus Of Forces, Vitalities, And Values That Carry Back To An Immemorial Past And That Reach Forward Into An Unthinkable Future.

Thought Provoking

The Settlement Of America Had Its Origins In The Unsettlement Of Europe. America Came Into Existence When The European Was Already So Distant From The Ancient Ideas And Ways Of His Birthplace That The Whole Span Of The Atlantic Did Not Widen The Gulf.

Today, The Degradation Of The Inner Life Is Symbolized By The Fact That The Only Place Sacred From Interruption Is The Private Toilet.

(the Processes Are) Doubly Ruinous: They Impoverish The Earth By Hastily Removing, For The Benefit Of A Few Generations, The Common Resources Which, Once Expended And Dissipated, Can Never Be Restored; And Second, In Its Technique, Its Habits, Its Processes, The Paleotechnic Period Is Equally Inimical To The Earth Considered As A Human Habitat, By Its Destruction Of The Beauty Of The Landscape, Its Ruining Of Streams, Its Pollution Of Drinking Water, Its Filling The Air With A Finely Divided Carboniferous Deposit, Which Chokes Both Life And Vegetation.

The Very People Who Shudder Over The Cruelty Of The Hunter Are Apt To Forget That Slaughter, In The Grimmest Sense Of The Word, Is A Process They Entrust Daily To The Butcher; And That Unlike The Game Of The Forests, Even The Dumbest Creatures Of The Slaughterhouse Know What Is In Store For Them.

The Timelessness Of Art Is Its Capacity To Represent The Transformation Of Endless Becoming Into Being.

A Day Spent Without The Sight Or Sound Of Beauty, The Contemplation Of Mystery, Or The Search Of Truth Or Perfection Is A Poverty-stricken Day; And A Succession Of Such Days Is Fatal To Human Life.

The Wonder Is Not That So Much Cacophony Appears In Our Actual Individual Lives, But That There Is Any Appearance Of Harmony And Progression.

In Its Revolt Against Congestion And Sordor, A Space-hungry Generation Has, I Fear, Developed Eyes That Are Bigger Than Its Stomach.

The Philosophers Of Industrialism, From Bacon To Bentham, From Smith To Marx, Insisted That The Improvement Of Man's Condition Was The Highest Requirement Of Morality. But In What Did The Improvement Consist? The Answer Seemed So Obvious To Them That They Did Not Bother To Justify It: The Expansion And Fulfillment Of The Material Wants Of Man, And The Spread Of These Benefits, From The Few Who Had Once Preempted Them, To The Many Who Had So Long Lived On The Scraps Dives Had Thrown Into The Gutter.

The Chief Enemy Of Peace Is The Spirit Of Unreason Itself: An Inability To Conceive Alternatives, An Unwillingness To Reconsider Old Prejudices, To Part With Ideological Obsessions, To Entertain New Ideas Or To Improve New Plans.

If There Are Favourable Habitats And Favorable Forms Of Association For Animalsand Plants, As Ecology Demonstrates, Why Not For Men? If Each Particular Natural Environment Has Has Its Own Balance; Is There Not Perhaps An Equivalent Of This In Culture?

Unfortunately, Once An Economy Is Geared To Expansion, The Means Rapidly Turn Into An End And "the Going Becomes The Goal." Even More Unfortunately, The Industries That Are Favored By Such Expansion Must, To Maintain Their Output, Be Devoted To Goods That Are Readily Consumable Either By Their Nature, Or Because They Are So Shoddily Fabricated That They Must Soon Be Replaced. By Fashion And Built-in Obsolescence The Economies Of Machine Production, Instead Of Producing Leisure And Durable Wealth, Are Duly Cancelled Out By The Mandatory Consumption On An Even Larger Scale.

Each Religion Is A Brave Guess At The Authorship Of Hamlet. Yet, As Far As The Play Goes, Does It Make Any Difference Whether Shakespeare Or Bacon Wrote It? Would It Make Any Difference To The Actors If Their Parts Happened Out Of Nothingness, If They Found Themselves Acting On The Stage Because Of Some Gross And Unpardonable Accident? Would It Make Any Difference If The Playwright Gave Them The Lines Or Whether They Composed Them Themselves, So Long As The Lines Were Properly Spoken? Would It Make Any Difference To The Characters If 'a Midsummer Night's Dream' Was Really A Dream?

We Must Give As Much Weight To The Arousal Of The Emotions And To The Expression Of Moral And Esthetic Values As We Now Give To Science, To Invention, To Practical Organization. One Without The Other Is Impotent.

The Self Holds Both A Hell And A Heaven.

The Convenience Of Timekeeping Is Greatly Overrated; And The People Who Practice It So Faithfully That They Lose The Capacity For Appreciating The Fixed And The Static And The Spatially Related Experiences Cut Themselves Off From A Good Part Of Reality.

Before Modern Man Can Gain Control Over The Forces That Now Threaten His Very Existence, He Must Resume Possession Of Himself. This Sets The Chief Mission For The City Of The Future: That Of Creating A Visible Regional And Civic Structure, Designed To Make Man At Home With His Deeper Self And His Larger World, Attached To Images Of Human Nature And Love.

Genuine [economic] Value Lies In The Power To Sustain Or Enrich Life

However Far Modern Science And Techniques Have Fallen Short Of Their Inherent Possibilities, They Have Taught Mankind At Least One Lesson; Nothing Is Impossible.

Each One Of Us, As Long As Life Stirs Is Us, May Play A Part In Extricating Ourselves From The Power System By Asserting Our Primacy As People In Quiet Acts Of Mental Or Physical Withdrawal-in Gestures Of Non-conformity, In Abstentions, Restrictions, Inhibitions, Which Will Liberate Us From The Domination Of The Pentagon Of Power.

What Plethora Of Material Goods Can Possibly Atone For A Waking Life So Humanly Belittling, If Not Degrading, As The Push-button Tasks Left To Human Performers?

By Fashion And Built-in Obsolescence The Economies Of Machine Production, Instead Of Producing Leisure And Durable Wealth, Are Duly Cancelled Out By The Mandatory Consumption On An Even Larger Scale.

The Great City Is The Best Organ Of Memory Man Has Yet Created.

Safety Razors Make It Hard To Grow Beards In America: America Would Be A Better Place If There Were A Few Bearded, Savage, Terrible Old Men.

The Humanities And Science Are Not In Inherent Conflict But Have Become Separated In The Twentieth Century. Now Their Essential Unity Must Be Re-emphasized, So That Twentieth-century Multiplicity May Become Twentieth-century Unity.

Faith In The Creative Process, In The Dynamics Of Emergence, In The Values And Purposes That Transcend Past Achievements And Past Forms, Is The Precondition Of All Further Growth.

Stieglitz Conceived, Though He Never Carried Out, A Series Of Photographs Of The Heads Of Stallions And Mares, Of Bulls And Cows, In The Act Of Mating, Hoping To Catch In The Brute An Essential Quality That Would Symbolize The Probably Unattainable Photograph Of A Passionate Human Mating.

While A Great Many Other Ideas And Measures Are Of Prime Importance For The Good Life Of The Community, That Which Concerns Its Architectural Expression Is The Notion Of The Community As Limited In Numbers, And In Area... To Express These Relations Clearly, To Embody Them In Buildings And Roads And Gardens In Which Each Individual Structure Will Be Subordinated To The Whole - This Is The End Of Community Planning.

Without Fullness Of Experience, Length Of Days Is Nothing. When Fullness Of Life Has Been Achieved, Shortness Of Days Is Nothing. That Is Perhaps Why The Young Have Usually So Little Fear Of Death; They Live By Intensities That The Elderly Have Forgotten.

A Multitude Of Uniform, Unidentifiable Houses, Lined Up Inflexibly, At Uniform Distances, On Uniform Roads, In A Treeless Communal Waste, Inhabited By People Of The Same Class, The Same Income, The Same Age Group, Witnessing The Same Television Performances, Eating The Same Tasteless Prefabricated Foods, From The Same Freezers, Conforming In Every Outward And Inward Respect To The Common Mold.

Integration Proceeds By Just The Opposite Route: A Deliberate Heightening Of Every Organic Function; A Release Of Impulses From Circumstances That Irrationally Thwarted Them; Richer And More Complex Patterns Of Activity; An Esthetic Heightening Of Anticipated Realizations; A Steady Lengthening Of The Future; A Faith In Cosmic Perspectives.

Henceforward, I Shout To The Heavens, I Shall Deliver No More Lectures On Behalf Of Good Causes: I Am The Good Cause That Denies The Need For Such Lectures. Avaunt, Importuning World! Back To My Cell.

Not Sense Data Or Atoms Or Electrons Or Packets Of Energy, But Purposes, Interests, And Meanings, Constitute The Underlying Facts Of Human Experience.

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