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NORTH WEST WORDS<br />
SPRING / SUMMER <strong>2018</strong> ISSUE 9<br />
If pressed, Hugh could have explained how the asylum was designed along the lines of Jeremy<br />
Bentham’s Panopticon, a template used for many state buildings including goals, schools, hospitals<br />
<strong>and</strong> universities. Any place, in fact, in which a supervisor seeks to keep an eye on many people at<br />
once. The basic architecture consisted of a semi circle, or circle, the centre of which served as an<br />
observatory. Inmates, students <strong>and</strong> patients could be held in rooms along thin corridors reaching<br />
out from the superintendent’s central vantage point. While a superintendent could not watch every<br />
one all of the time, he or she was granted an overview of every cell within the structure. Hence the<br />
occupants never knew when they were being observed. This would supposedly persuade them to<br />
behave for fear of being spied upon. Hugh also understood that the asylum had long been replaced<br />
by more modern regulatory arms of the state including a technical college, the unemployment<br />
exchange <strong>and</strong> the police station, all with new eyes in the form of dozens of CCTV cameras hanging<br />
at all angles from buildings <strong>and</strong> lamp posts. As he passed their prying gaze, Hugh appeared wholly<br />
inconspicuous. Both on <strong>and</strong> off line, the state found the librarian unremarkable.<br />
Hugh found it odd that when Bentham wasn’t working out how to control people, he created the<br />
felicific ("happiness-making") calculus. This interested Hugh more, although he questioned<br />
Bentham’s faith in the empirical. The calculus claimed to quantify the intensity, duration, likelihood<br />
<strong>and</strong> extent of pleasures <strong>and</strong> pains through an exponential equation. The tidy dream of a reductionist.<br />
Hugh threw this thought aside as he turned right onto Princes Street. The light here was more<br />
optimistic <strong>and</strong> the road led to a better life in the opulent <strong>and</strong> wider Clarendon. Here the terraces<br />
were Georgian, chipped red brick, arched doors <strong>and</strong> French windows. The uneven pains of glass in<br />
these appeared like dark watery pools <strong>and</strong> contained bubbles of air trapped for over two hundred<br />
years. In spring, planter boxes burst with bright flowers scenting the charmed lives of professionals;<br />
lawyers, accountants, designers <strong>and</strong> dentists. Masterful women <strong>and</strong> men whose position <strong>and</strong><br />
income rendered them immune to surveillance <strong>and</strong> madness.<br />
Hugh stepped quickly past the dead slab of architecture that was Tesco’s on the Str<strong>and</strong> Road <strong>and</strong><br />
toward <strong>and</strong> across the River Foyle via the newly erected Peace Bridge. In the station, his train was<br />
waiting. He read while travelling allowing the journey to relax <strong>and</strong> lead him from train to bus, <strong>and</strong><br />
then to the almost deserted seaside town. Built in Victorian times, Portrush was slowly being eaten<br />
away by the wind <strong>and</strong> waves. Arriving at the guesthouse he was shown to his room. It was the same<br />
room he had known over the years with its high walls, floral carpet <strong>and</strong> bay windows. It was<br />
magnificently fitted with an assortment of antique furniture that had been gathered from the once<br />
far reaches of the British Empire. There were Oriental cushions, a rounded brass table from India<br />
into which was etched a beautiful ink blue peacock, an umbrella <strong>and</strong> hat st<strong>and</strong>. The windows were<br />
bordered by plush curtains <strong>and</strong> foreign l<strong>and</strong>scapes hung about the walls. A Turkish divan sat close<br />
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