Es Percipi — Themes and Context

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Marlowe, Stephen, 1928-2008, Terry, W. E., 1921-1992 [Illustrator] Project Gutenberg 2021 Not confirmed
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An editorial note on Stephen Marlowe's 'Es Percipi', focusing on its use of bureaucratic settings, shifting scenes, and the motif of perception versus reality, as revealed through excerpts.
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Channing had made the necessary gestures and offerings. "There were twenty-two thousand divorces in the New York Metropolitan Area alone last week, Mr. Channing. I have figures for other locations, if you wish."

"Just let my secretary have them on your way out."

"Incidentally, I don't want to tell you your business, but the figure doesn't seem so alarmingly high."

"Perhaps. How would fifty thousand sound--for the first half of this week?"

"High," said Bryan Channing. "Go ahead."

"Deaths from malnutrition and disease continue at an even more alarming rate. These figures--" And the under-secretary began to remove a sheaf of papers from her briefcase.

"My secretary," Bryan Channing said again. "Can you pin these things directly on Qui Dor?"

"The Targoffian Ambassador."

"I can only go by his advertisements and what our field workers report after interviews. Qui Dor or whatever his name is, is to blame, it appears. Tell me, Mr. Channing, is it quite regular for a planetary Ambassador to--well, to go into business like that?"

"Yes and no," Bryan Channing told her, launching himself on his favorite subject. "We don't make the laws, m'am. Fifty different planetary cultures nurtured on fifty different sets of laws with a heritage as rich as our own Roman one--you don't merely stamp out all the existing laws and arbitrarily distribute a new code. All you can do is hope that in some fields at least there is a common meeting point for the planets."

"You've failed to answer my question."

"Sorry. The Lurane Ambassadors are primarily businessmen, out to make a buck for their planet, as the expression goes. The Specixes Ambassador is a glorified emcee trooping around with a bunch of acrobats, dancers and singers. There are no laws which would prohibit Qui Dor--"

"But he's threatening our entire way of life!" cried the under-secretary, no longer prim and diplomatically correct.

"Aren't you exaggerating the situation, m'am?" he asked politely. He wanted to say she was making a mountain not out of a mole hill but a pimple. He wanted to say a lot of things but never did, and realized that was one of the reasons ulcers ran so high in the Department of State. He would settle for some chianti, antipasto and chicken cacciatore with Ellen in their favorite Italian restaurant, but first he had to placate the emissary from Health and P. W. and keep Nicholson happy at the same time. It hardly seemed possible, for if he knew Nick, the myopic explorer-with-portfolio was eavesdropping on their conversation through the office intercom.

"You think it isn't serious, if our standard of living is threatened by--"

"Let's look at it another way. I mean, it's just not our problem. That's an internal problem for the Department of Health and Public Welfare to solve, m'am."

"You can tell the Targoffian Ambassador to get the hell off our planet. Excuse me."

Channing shook his head. "Even if I agreed with you, I couldn't do that. Wouldn't that be perfect grist for the propaganda mills on Sirius and Centauri, not to mention Deneb? Big Brother Earth goes around using all the little planets. Humans break off diplomatic relations with cultures which don't adhere to Earth standards--unless, of course, we could milk something out of them."

"You know that isn't true."

"I'm not standing in judgment on it. I'm merely saying how they would interpret it on Centauri and Sirius. Not to mention Deneb."

It was Channing's trump card. You didn't argue when someone mentioned Deneb like that. Deneb was the _ne plus ultra_ of dangerous interplanetary relations. If something were white on Earth, it was black on Deneb. Unfortunately, Channing knew, there was at least as much truth as fancy in what he said.

"How do the Denebians deal with Targoff?" the under-secretary demanded.

Channing lit his pipe and knew he was in for trouble. "They don't," he said. "Diplomatic relations are not maintained between Deneb and Targoff."

"May I ask you why not? You see, Deneb can get away with it, but we--"

"I'm surprised at you," Channing cut her off. "Earth can't sink to the Denebian level. We've got to set the example. We've got to be a shining light, a beacon, a...."

"Those speeches sound fine on television," the under-secretary said, "but I wasn't born yesterday, Mr. Channing. What are you going to do about this situation?"

"Nothing right now. The Secretary of State wants to let matters ride for the time being. The President...."

"I'm going to see the President, you know."

"Maybe it's best," Channing admitted. He was a thirty thousand dollar a year trouble-shooter for the Department of State, running smack-dab into a brick wall.

"You'll hear from me," warned the under-secretary. "You'll hear from the President. This is deplorable."

The story opens in a recognizable near-future New York, with the Queensboro Bridge being dismantled outside a thermoglass office wall. This mundane detail anchors the fantastic premise: an alien ambassador selling products that do not exist. The narrative moves swiftly from the Department of Health and Public Welfare's complaints about divorce rates to a Denebian embassy housed in a former publishing building, now hermetically sealed with methane and ammonia air. These shifts in setting—from bureaucratic Earth offices to alien environments—mirror the protagonist's disorientation as he navigates a reality where perception may be the only currency.

Bureaucratic Framing and Dialogue

The excerpts reveal a story heavily reliant on dialogue and bureaucratic procedure. Bryan Channing, a diplomat, fields complaints from an under-secretary who cites statistics on divorce and malnutrition. The conversation is clipped, with Channing repeatedly deflecting: “Just let my secretary have them on your way out.” This pattern of evasion and frustration recurs. Later, a transcript-like exchange with the Denebian Ambassador Sarchix uses “D. A.” and “CHAN” labels, suggesting a formal interrogation or recording. The dialogue is the primary vehicle for plot advancement, with characters often stating their confusion outright—Channing calls it “all some senseless nightmare.” This reliance on talk, rather than action, emphasizes the diplomatic and investigative nature of the story.

Recurring Images of Vision and Perception

The title Es Percipi (Latin for “to be perceived”) signals a central concern with perception. The text reinforces this through visual motifs. Nicholson’s eyes are described as “watery and far away” behind contact lenses. Channing squints myopically. The Denebian Ambassador Sarchix is compared to a dragon, but with an “almost-atrophied forearm” that proves deceptively strong. These details undercut reliable observation. The alien Qui Dor’s “miracle products” that “didn’t exist” literalize the theme: things are not as they seem. Channing suspects Qui Dor can read minds “at close range,” further blurring the line between internal and external reality. The story’s structure—moving from office to embassy to spacesuit—keeps the reader questioning what is truly present.

Movement Between Scenes and Environments

The narrative shifts abruptly between distinct settings, each with its own atmosphere. From Channing’s office overlooking the East River, the scene jumps to a slidestair, then to the Denebian Embassy in the old Crowell-Collier building. There, the environment changes: air is pumped out, replaced by methane and ammonia. Channing dons a spacesuit, and a “plexi-glass helmet” hisses into place. These transitions are marked by sensory details—the “brisk autumn air” outside, the “stentorian voice” of the Denebian lackey. The physical movement mirrors Channing’s psychological journey from confusion to a desperate search for answers. Each new location offers a different piece of the puzzle, but also deepens the sense of dislocation.

The Role of Secondary Characters

Secondary characters serve as foils and information sources. Nicholson, Channing’s subordinate, delivers warnings and comic relief (“Better scram out the back way”). Julie, the secretary, clucks her tongue. The under-secretary of Health and Public Welfare is a bureaucratic antagonist, armed with statistics. The Denebian Ambassador Sarchix, though alien, behaves with diplomatic formality, offering a couch for reclining “as was the Denebian custom.” These characters are defined by their functions—they react to Channing’s predicament rather than driving the plot. Their limited perspectives reinforce Channing’s isolation. Even Ellen, his wife, appears only as a name in his thoughts, part of the “senseless nightmare.” The story’s focus remains tightly on Channing’s point of view, with others appearing as obstacles or helpers in his investigation.

Temporal Compression and Pacing

The excerpts suggest a compressed timeline. Events occur within a single day or a few days: Channing is fired, visits the Denebian embassy, and recalls a prior interview with Qui Dor. The dialogue is rapid, with characters interrupting each other. The transcript section uses short lines and abrupt cuts (“Hold it!”). This pacing creates urgency, even as the plot relies on conversation. The story’s length—around 18,000 words—indicates a novella that sustains this intensity. The reader is propelled forward by Channing’s need to understand, mirroring his own frantic search for clarity in a world where perception is unreliable.

Readers should attend to the way the story uses setting and dialogue to build its central mystery. The bureaucratic framing is not mere window dressing; it establishes the rules of a universe where diplomacy and commerce collide. The recurring emphasis on vision—myopia, contact lenses, spacesuit helmets—invites scrutiny of every description. The excerpts offer only fragments of the full plot, but they suggest a narrative that rewards careful attention to what is seen, said, and left unsaid.

There’s a particular loneliness in Marlowe’s shifting corridors—how they blur what’s seen and what’s merely assumed. I kept thinking of that quiet unease while reading the guide for Lesson for Today, which holds a similar, softer ache. It’s not a companion, exactly, but a kindred shelf-neighbor. A familiar feeling, lingering after the lamp goes out. Lesson for Today — A Reader’s Guide

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