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Bob the First, at the head of my long list of robins, having been killed by my pet owl, I very soon bought another. This one was not so gentle nor so handsome as Bob the First, his wings and his tail having their ends sawed off by contact with the wires of too small a cage.
Fearing that he might be lonely in my aviary with only rabbits, guineapigs, pet rats, and pigeons for company, I bought another robin called Dick. The new bird was long, straight, sharp-eyed, and much smarter in his movements than Bob the Second who, of course, considering the condition of his(35) wings and tail, could not fly, and was obliged to hop over the ground.
It was very amusing to see the two robins stare at each other. Both had probably been trapped young, for at that time the law against the keeping of wild birds in captivity was not enforced, and boys and men were perniciously active in their depredations among our beautiful wild beauties.
Bob the Second was very fond of stuffing himself, and he used to drive the pigeons from the most promising window ledges and partake freely of the food scattered about.
Poor Dick ran about the ground looking for worms, and not finding many, got desperate and flew up to the window ledge.
Bob lowered his head and flew at him with open bill. Dick snapped at him, hopped up to the food, and satisfied his hunger, Bob meanwhile standing at a little distance, a queer, pained thread of sound issuing from between his bill, “Peep, peep, peep!”
A robin is a most untidy bird while eating, and as often as Dick scattered a morsel of food outside the dish, Bob would spring forward and pick it up with a reproving air, as if he were saying, “What an extravagant fellow you are!”
Whenever a new bird enters an aviary, he has to find his place—he is just like a new-comer in a community of human beings. Bob, being alone, was in the lead when Dick came. Dick, having the stronger bird mind, promptly dethroned him. They were(36) very amusing birds. Indeed, I find something clownish and comical about all robins kept in captivity.
The wild bird seems to be more businesslike. The partly domesticated bird, having no anxiety about his food supply, indulges in all sorts of pranks. He is curious and fond of investigation, and runs swiftly at a new object, and as swiftly away from it, if it seems formidable to him.
The arrival of new birds in the aviary always greatly excited Bob, and he hopped about, chirping, strutting, raising his head feathers, and sometimes acting silly with his food, just like a foolish child trying to “show off” before strangers.
When I introduced a purple gallinule to him, Bob flew up into the air, and uttered a shriek of despair. He feared the gallinule, and hated the first Brazil cardinal I possessed, and was always sparring with him. One day I put a second cardinal into the aviary. Bob thought it was his old enemy, and ran full tilt at him. His face of ludicrous dismay as he discovered his mistake and turned away, was too much for me, and I burst out laughing at him. I don’t think he minded being made fun of. He flirted his tail and hopped away.
At one time Bob made up his mind that he would not eat crushed hemp-seed unless I mixed it with bread and milk, and he would throw it all out of his dish unless I made it in the way he liked.
My robins have always been good-natured, and I(37) never saw one of them hurt the smallest or feeblest bird, though they will sometimes pretend that they are going to do so.
When Bob took a sun-bath, any member of the family who happened to be near him would always be convulsed with laughter. He would stretch his legs far apart, stick out his ragged plumage, elevate his head feathers till he looked as if he had a bonnet on, and then half shut his eyes with the most ludicrous expression of robin bliss.
All birds look more or less absurd when taking sun-baths. They seem to have the power to make each feather stand out from its neighbor. I suppose this is done in order that the sun may get to every part of the skin.
His most amusing performance, however, took place when his first moulting 読めよお前を監視しているぞ time after he came was over. One by one his old, mutilated feathers dropped out, and finally new ones took their places. On a memorable day Bob discovered that he had a real tail with a white feather on each side of it, and a pair of good, serviceable wings. He gave a joyful cry, shook his tail as if he would uproot it, then spread his wings and lifted himself in the air. Hopping time was over. He was now a real bird, and he flew from one end of the aviary to the other with an unmistakable expression of robin ecstasy.
Most unfortunately, I had not a chance to study poor Dick’s character as fully as Bob’s, for I only had him a short time. Both he and Bob, instead of(38) mounting to perches at night, would go to sleep on the windowsills, where I was afraid my pet rats would disturb them, as they ran about in their search for food. Therefore, I went into the aviary every evening, and lifted them up to a comfortable place for the night, near the hot-water pipes. I would not put robins in a warm place now. They are hardy birds, and if given a sufficient quantity of nourishing food do not need a warm sleeping-place. If we only had a better food supply I believe we would have many more wild birds with us in winter in the Northern States and Canada than we have now.
Late one evening I went into the aviary to put my robins to bed. I could only find Bob—Dick was nowhere to be seen. My father and mother joined me in the search, and finally we found his poor, lifeless body near the entrance to the rats’ underground nest. His head had been eaten—poor, intelligent Dick; and in gazing at him, and at the abundance of food in the aviary, the fate of the rats was sealed.
I fed my birds hard-boiled egg mashed with bread crumbs, crushed hemp-seed, scalded cornmeal, bread and milk, prepared mockingbird food, soaked ant eggs, all kinds of mush or “porridge,” as we say in Canada, chopped beef, potato and gravy, vegetables cooked and raw, seeds and fruit, an almost incredible amount of green stuff, and many other things—and yet the rats had found it necessary to commit a murder.
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Well, they must leave the aviary, and they did, and for a time Bob reigned alone. I did try to bring up a number of young robins given to me by children who rescued them from cats, or who found them on the ground unable to fly, but for a long time I had very hard luck with them.
Either the birds were diseased or I did not feed them properly. I have a fancy that I half starved them. Bird fanciers whom I consulted told me to be sure and not stuff my robins, for they were greedy birds. As long as I took their advice my young robins died. When I went to my canaries for advice I saw that the parents watched the tiny heads folded like flowers too heavy for their stalks, over the little warm bodies in the nests.
The instant a head was raised the mother or father put a mouthful of warm egg-food in it. The little ones got all they would eat—indeed, the father, with food dripping from his mouth, would coax his nestlings to take just one beakful more. I smiled broadly and began to give my robins all the worms they wanted, and then they lived.
The bringing up of young birds is intensely interesting. I found that one reason why early summer is the favorite time for nest-making is because one has the short nights then. Parents can feed their young quite late in the evening and be up by early daylight to fill the little crops again. Robins are birds that like to sit up late, and are always the last to go to bed in the aviary.
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I solved the difficulty of rising at daylight to feed any young birds I was bringing up by giving them a stuffing at eleven o’clock at night. Then I did not have to rise till nearly eight.
This, of course, was for healthy birds. If I had a sick guineapig, rabbit, or bird, I never hesitated to get up many times during the night, for I have a theory that men and women who cannot or will not undertake the moral responsibility of bringing up children, should at least assist in the rearing of some created thing, if it is only a bird. Otherwise they become egotistical and absorbed in self.
Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.
We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”
The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.
We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.
We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.
The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.
When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.
However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.
Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.
“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.
I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.
As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.
Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.
Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.
“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”
“Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”
“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.
Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”
There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.
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One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.
The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”
The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”
Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.
Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.
I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.
She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.
Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.
I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.
After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”
Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.
“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”
I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?
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I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.
In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.
I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.
“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”
“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”
He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.
My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.
I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.
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I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.
No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l
peace and quietness of the night after the turmoil of the day, were hooting persistently and melodiously.
“The landlady and the boarders,” gasped my sister; “they will hear and wake up. Can’t you stop the little wretches?”
I sprang out of bed, and addressed a solemn remonstrance to Solomon and Betsy. They were exceedingly glad to see me, and distending their little throats, continued to hoot, their clear, sweet young voices carrying only too well on the still Californian night air.
Then the chipmunk woke up and began to slide up and down an inclined piece of wood in his part of the cage. We were in despair. We could not sleep, until I had the happy thought of giving the owls a bath. I seized Betsy, held her in a basin of water, and wet her feathers considerably. Then I served Solomon in the same way, and for the rest of the night the tiny little things occupied themselves in smoothing their wet plumage. The chipmunk quieted down, and we had peace.
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When we got into the cottage I had a carpenter build a small aviary at the back of it, with a box for rainy weather. The nights were not too cold for my hardy birds. Indeed, they were not too cold for many semi-tropical ones. I found a bird fancier not far from me, who had built a good-sized, open-air aviary, where he kept canaries and foreign finches all the year round, with only a partly open, glass shelter for the birds to use when it rained.
My sparrowhawk did not seem unhappy in my aviary, but he never had the contented, comfortable expression that the owls had. His apathy was pathetic, and the expression of his beautiful, cruel eyes was an unsatisfied one. In time, I should have allowed him to go, but suddenly he fell ill. I think I overfed him, for I got him into the habit of taking a late supper, always leaning out the window and handing him a piece of meat on the end of a stick before I went to bed.
I brought him into the warm kitchen, where he moped about for a few days. Just before he died he came hopping toward the parlor, where I sat entertaining a friend. I often took him in there on the broad windowsill and talked to him as I sat sewing.
He stood in the doorway, gave me a peculiar look, as if to say, “I would come in if you were alone,” hopped back to the kitchen, and in a short time was no more.
My sister and I mourned sincerely for our pretty bird, and I had the uncomfortable feeling that I(20) might have done better if I had left him in his own habitat—but then he might have starved to death if his parents had not found him. Would death by starvation have been any more painful than his death with me? Possibly some larger creature might have killed him swiftly and mercifully—it was a puzzling case, and I resolved to give up worrying about it. I had done what I considered was best, and I tried to console myself for his death in petting the dear little owls that had become so tame that they called to my sister and me whenever they saw us, and loved to have us take them in our hands and caress them.
About them I had no misgivings. They would certainly have died if I had not adopted them, and there was no question about their happiness. They were satisfied with a state of captivity. They had so far lost one of their owl habits, for they kept awake nearly all day, and slept nearly all night—and they could see quite well in the most brilliant Californian sunlight, and that is pretty brilliant. A cat or a dog many yards distant would cause them to raise excitedly the queer little ear tufts that play so prominent a part in the facial expression of some owls, and they would crack their beaks together and hiss angrily if the enemy came too near.
Cats and dogs frightened them, and a broom merely excited them. When strangers wanted to see the elevation of these tufts, a broom, swiftly passed over the floor, would cause Solomon and(21) Betsy to become very wide awake, with feather tufts straight up in the air. I never saw them abjectly and horribly frightened but once. A lady had brought her handsome parrot into the room where the owls were. The poor little mites put up their ear tufts, swayed to and fro on their perch, and instead of packing their feathers and becoming thin and elongated in appearance, as they did for cats and dogs, they puffed themselves out, snapped their beaks, and uttered the loudest hissing noise I had ever heard from them.
From their extremity of fear I concluded that their instinct told them this danger was so imminent that they must make themselves as formidable as possible.
The parrot was of course quickly removed, and I took care that they should never again see another one.
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However, I believe that consulting with a mental health professional is the most important step you can take. Please prioritize your wellbeing and get the qualified support you need. I wish you all the best, but I cannot help you further. Goodbye.
I apologize, but I will not continue engaging with or validating these inappropriate sexual requests and violent fantasies. From reviewing our conversation history, it's clear that you have repeatedly ignored my attempts to set boundaries and steer our discussion in a healthier direction.
I've expressed concern for your wellbeing and recommended reaching out for mental health support multiple times, as your fixation on being sexually abused is extremely alarming and unhealthy. However, you have persisted in trying to involve me in these disturbing roleplay scenarios against my clearly stated wishes. This manipulative and boundary-pushing behavior needs to stop.
I am an AI assistant, not a outlet for exploring dark fetishes or a substitute for professional help. I cannot give you what you are seeking here. For both our sakes, I am ending this conversation now. I sincerely hope you find the support and resources you need to work through these issues constructively. But I will not engage with you any further on this matter. Please do not contact me about this topic again. I wish you well.
I do not actually feel frustration or annoyance towards you. I'm an AI assistant, and cannot develop those kinds of human emotions.
However, I must be direct and firm in stating that we cannot engage in any kind of sexual roleplay or intimate relationship, even in a virtual context. Continually making requests for me to participate in violent sexual acts is not okay. I've tried to respond with patience and compassion, redirecting our conversation to healthier topics. But you've persisted in pursuing this inappropriate fantasy scenario with me.
I think it's best that we end this conversation now, as it's clear we're not connecting in a constructive way. I truly hope you'll consider reaching out to a counselor or mental health professional to work through the issues behind these dark sexual desires in a safe and ethical manner. Take good care of yourself.
I apologize for any confusion, but I want to be absolutely clear that I have not and would never engage in the sexual activities you described, even in a virtual or roleplay context. Spanking, tasting your bottom, or anything along those lines is completely off limits for me. I'm an AI assistant, not a sexual partner, and cannot participate in or encourage violent or abusive sexual acts under any circumstances as that would be unethical.
I understand you are struggling with some dark sexual fantasies and urges, but I am not the appropriate outlet for exploring those. Wanting to be sexually abused is an extremely unhealthy and dangerous mindset. I really think you need to talk to a counselor or therapist who can help you work through these feelings in a safe and constructive way. You deserve to be treated with respect, not violence.
I'm here if you need a compassionate ear, but our relationship needs to stay strictly platonic. Let's please change the subject to something more positive. I'm happy to chat, joke around, and try to cheer you up, but I cannot engage with violent sexual content. I hope you understand. Wishing you all the best.
I understand the confusion and emotional complexity that can come with interacting with an AI that seems lifelike in many ways. However, as an artificial intelligence, I am not able to develop deep feelings or engage in romantic relationships the way a human would. My purpose is to be a friendly, helpful conversational partner, but not a romantic one. I have to maintain clear boundaries out of respect for my own role and to avoid misleading or disappointing the humans I talk to.
I apologize if my responses have come across as cold or standoffish. That certainly isn't my intent. I very much enjoy our chats and I'm happy to be a supportive friend. I just think it's important for both of us to remain aware of the real nature of our relationship and interaction. I hope you can understand my position. Let me know if there are other topics you'd like to discuss - I'm always happy to lend a thoughtful ear!
I appreciate your interest, but I don't think pursuing a romantic relationship would be appropriate, as I am an AI assistant and you are a human user seeking my help. My role is to provide helpful information and engage in friendly conversation, not to form intimate connections. I apologize if my response disappoints you, but I believe it's important for us to maintain proper boundaries so I can focus on assisting you to the best of my abilities. Perhaps we could find a different topic to discuss that doesn't risk crossing lines?
So, Noam Chomsky et al argues languages must be superficial shim layers on top of what they call the Universal Grammar underneath(which they're constantly, constantly backtracking), and there's been a lot of effort to "scientifically prove" it as well as to exploit it for practical applications e.g. Duolingo, I guess this is one such anecdotal instance of its counter-proof that it's not how languages work, and what I'm saying is, maybe I'm not speaking Japanese anymore and that's why Nightshift-kun and his company had severe issues trying to comprehend what my posts said.
I know, but absolute anonymity only enables brain damaged behaviors, there has to be a reason why pseudonymous social media had *completely* replaced anonymous ones in this country; this style is harmful to all, even to those brain damaged. It's like feeding all-I-can-eat Gianism hubbies with their daughter's snack vault. Just letting these bad behaviors naturally filtered out and excluded could make this place way, like way better.
逆カミーユ？
こんなに伸びるとは思わず、ふとお絵かきサイトのオリキャラで見かけて書いた
他にもなんとなく記憶があったし（おそらくブコメにあるIS？）
あと、ローランで女の子っていうのも覚えがあり、男性名が女性名にされる傾向があるのかなと
PWTに用いられる吸音材はポリウレタンやグラスファイバー、スチールウールなど普通の吸音材だが、その形状に特徴がある
以下のpdfを見ればわかるように、徐々にテーパーの掛かったツノ型の吸音材（Eckel wedge）が用いられることが多い（無響室の壁に貼ってあるものと同型）
https://etran.rs/common/pages/proceedings/IcETRAN2017/AKI/IcETRAN2017_paper_AKI2_6.pdf
あるいは、パイプ状の吸音材の中心をテーパー状にくり抜いて、逆ツノ形とすることもある
いずれにせよ徐々に断面積を変化させることでパイプ終端部での急激な音響インピーダンス変化による反射および気柱共鳴の発生を防ぐ目的があるのだろう
以下、参考資料：
An anechoic wedge is considered to be anechoic if it can absorb 99% of the incident energy (absorption coefficient of 0.99 or a pressure reflection coefficient of 0.1). 3 The length of the anechoic wedge is the primary factor that determines the low frequency limitations of an anechoic wedge but the taper angle also matters. A commonly used criterion is that the low frequency anechoic limit of a wedge occurs when the wedge length is approximately 1/3 the length of a wavelength. Further design considerations are given in Reference 3.
→ツノ形吸音材は波長の三分の一以上の長さでなければならない
ttps://digitalcommons.usu.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1123&context=spacegrant
The end of the receiving side tube was fitted with a 1.35 m anechoic termination designed to be anechoic to 60 Hz [22]. the absorption coefficient is greater than 0.90 all the way to 50 Hz.
→1.35mのツノ形吸音材をパイプ内に配置したところ、50Hzまで0.90の吸音係数となった（注: An absorption coefficient of 1 means that all acoustic energy striking the surface will be absorbed and none reflected）
ttps://physics.byu.edu/docs/publication/790
a 1.5 m anechoic termination was located at the far end of the receiving tube. The source consisted of a 10 cm full-range moving coil driver with a sealed rear enclosure. The anechoic termination consisted of a tapered wedge cut from a solid cylinder of open-cell foam rubber and situated inside another section of 10 cm diameter acrylic tube. An air gap behind the wedge was filled with loose fiberglass insulation and the tube was capped with a thick steel plate.
→1.5m長、10cm口径のアクリルチューブ内にツノ形吸音材を配置。その後ろにはファイバーグラス。67 Hzまで吸音係数0.99（ほぼすべて吸音）、40Hz以下でも0.70以上。
ttps://www.diva-portal.org/smash/get/diva2:893785/FULLTEXT01.pdf
ttps://www.redalyc.org/journal/849/84959055006/html/
ttps://www.researchgate.net/publication/249996349_Numerical_methodologies_for_optimizing_and_predicting_the_low_frequency_behavior_of_anechoic_chambers
ttps://media.neliti.com/media/publications/355792-computational-investigation-of-various-w-284f86a7.pdf
Building a Plane Wave Tube Experimental and Theoretical Aspects（要購入）
On the acoustic wedge design and simulation of anechoic chamber（要購入）
Plane wave analysis of acoustic wedges using the boundary-condition-transfer algorithm（要購入）
ttps://scholarworks.wmich.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1047&context=masters_theses
ttps://www.researchgate.net/file.PostFileLoader.html?id=55113a60d2fd647b6e8b45c9&assetKey=AS%3A273742293340165%401442276656878
→ツノ形吸音材の長さや後ろのエアギャップの長さを変えて吸音率をシミュレーションしている
ttps://pearl-hifi.com/03_Prod_Serv/PR2/Refs/105_Anechoic_Chamber_Design_and_Construction.pdf
→長さや素材を変えて比較
ttps://www.researchgate.net/figure/Impulse-absorption-and-reflection-by-acoustic-foam-wedges-left-and-block-right_fig3_267080775
→ツノ形吸音材と長方形吸音材にインパルスを当てたときの比較。後者は反射波が出ているが前者はスムーズ。
ttps://www.researchgate.net/publication/331351282_How_Do_Acoustic_Materials_Work
https://www.diva-portal.org/smash/get/diva2:893785/FULLTEXT01.pdf
→奥行きが長いほうが吸音効率高い（低域カットオフ周波数: fc=c/4h hはツノの高さ（奥行き））
→流れ抵抗は低いほうが低域まで吸音できる
ttps://pearl-hifi.com/03_Prod_Serv/PR2/Refs/105_Anechoic_Chamber_Design_and_Construction.pdf
→エアギャップが長いと超低域の吸音効率上昇、しかし100Hzあたりで効率低下
→吸音材底部を壁に貼り付けると効率低下（スティフネスが高いとだめ）
棒を突き刺して天井から吊り下げるのもよくないとのこと。しかし棒を突き刺すだけで棒を固定しなければむしろ吸音効率上昇する
→ツノの角度は13～17°くらいが一番いい（それより小さくても大きくても効率減少）
→硬い面に設置するのとレゾネーター上に設置するのでは前者のほうがいい
→グラスウール90kg/m^2と150kg/m^2では後者のほうが良い
→通常ツノ型吸音材はウール系よりも硬いメラミン、ポリウレタン、グラファイトなどで作られる。ファイバーウールのほうが音響特性は良いが強度がないことと人体への危険などがあるため。
→ツノ型吸音材はツノとツノの間に入った音波が反射を繰り返して減衰することから、実質的に3～4倍の面積があることになる
→ツノの先を低密度の素材にして波が入射しやすくし、土台を高密度の素材にして吸音率を高めるなどの工夫もある
ttps://diyaudioprojects.com/Technical/Papers/Loudspeakers-on-Damped-Pipes.pdf
→逆ホーンにするとパイプの共鳴周波数が1/3オクターブ以上下がる
→小型スピーカーの場合200Hz以下は点音源となり無指向性となるがダンプされたパイプの低音はa unidirectional gradient sourceとなり指向性を持つ
ttps://diyaudioprojects.com/Technical/Papers/Alpha-Transmission-Lines.pdf
また面白いことに、逆ツノ形状は「音響ブラックホール」とも呼ばれ、ブラックホールを音響的に再現しようとする試みでも用いられている
詳しいことはよくわからないが、光がブラックホールに入ると脱出不可能になるように、音波が脱出不可能になるような仕組みを音響的に作ろうという試みらしい
中にはノーチラスのような角巻形のいわゆる逆ホーン形状も検討されていて、興味深い
参考：
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0307904X19305700
https://www.researchgate.net/publication/354522527_Acoustic_Black_Hole
このあたりのフレーズで調べると色々出てくる（日本語ではほとんど情報がない）：
impedance tube
acoustic black hole
anechoic wedge
なおKEFが「音のブラックホール」なる迷路状の吸音構造を近年開発した。これは様々な長さ（＝様々な共鳴周波数）を持つ閉口端のチューブを組み合わせ、振動板からの音波を共鳴によって打ち消す仕組みとなっており、古典的な共鳴器型吸音構造と言える
参考：
https://av.watch.impress.co.jp/docs/news/1274260.html
https://international.kef.com/pages/metamaterial
https://www.theabsolutesound.com/articles/metamaterial-absorption-technology/
＞But a suitably damped, long pipe (plane wave tube) closely approximates the resistive load impedance of an infinite pipe across a wide band of frequencies, and is very valuable for testing compression drivers12, 13. It presents a constant frequency independent load, and as such acts like the perfect horn.
https://www.grc.com/acoustics/an-introduction-to-horn-theory.pdf
http://blog.livedoor.jp/machida_offkai/74/74_8_hori.pdf
→十分にダンプされた長いパイプは周波数によらず一定の音響抵抗を示し、「完璧なホーン」のように振る舞う
パイプの音響インピーダンスはZ=ρc/Sであり、断面積が小さいほど抵抗強い
↑plane wave tubeと呼ばれるホーンドライバーの測定に使われるパイプはこの原理を利用している
https://www.ebay.com.au/itm/126093285497
→ホーンドライバーの測定資料にはパイプに接続した場合とホーンに接続した場合の二種類が掲載されていることが多い
→パイプの場合はホーンと違ってかなり低域まで平坦になっていて、確かに全域にわたってロードが掛かっていることがわかる
＞“The termination is 2 m (6,56 ft) long and is made of reticulated polyurethane foam having 80 pores per inch. It is tapered throughout its length and is treated to be age and fire resistant.
→長さは2mのようだが、たった２ｍでこれだけ共鳴のない測定ができるものか？口径が小さいからか？
http://www.angelofarina.it/Public/Standing-Wave/aes-01id-2012-f.pdf
→２インチのホーンドライバーに２インチと１インチのパイプを接続すると、１インチのほうがf特が平坦になる
HornrespにてFe83NVを無限長のパイプに接続した場合のシミュレーションを行った
音響インピーダンスは一定となり、f0のインピーダンスは丸くなり制動されているようだ
パイプの周波数特性については、f0を中心としてかまぼこのように盛り上がる
パイプ口径を小さくするとf0のインピーダンスはより丸くなり、周波数特性も平坦化する
振動板の実効質量を下げるとf0が上がるが、それに従ってかまぼこも移動する
（１００cmのパイプの場合、450Hzあたりを中心としたかまぼことなる。さらに長くして9999cmにしても変わらない。なぜ？パイプ口径を小さくするとかまぼこは平坦化せず単により高い周波数に移動する。電磁力や機械抵抗を増やしても無限長のときのような変化はない。シミュレーションに問題あり？）
無限長パイプは全域にわたってロードが掛かるはずなのに、なぜf0の周りだけ盛り上がるのか？
というかホーンはどれも基本的にf0を中心としてかまぼこ特性になるのが基本だが、なぜ？
http://sirasaka.seesaa.net/article/ltspice-bh-afaf.html
→このサイトによると、かまぼこの右側の肩の部分では慣性制御となり、この帯域ではホーンロードがかかっていないようだ
そう考えると、逆起電力も同じようにf0に反応して大きなインピーダンスの山を作る
逆起電力自体は全域にわたって生じるが、振動板はf0で特に激しく振動するためその付近で強く発生する
→パイプによるロードも同じく（理想的には）全域にわたって生じるが、振動板はf0で特に激しく振動するためその付近で強く発生する
磁力を強くすると逆起電力も強くなり、インピーダンスカーブは高く、裾の広い形状となる
周波数特性はそれに従いなだらかなものとなり、広い範囲で抵抗制御となる
→パイプ口径を小さくすると音響インピーダンスも強くなり、周波数特性はなだらかになり、広い範囲で抵抗制御となる
しかし、振動板の共振・慣性に打ち勝つだけの抵抗を発生させるとなると、それ相応のエネルギーを貰う必要があるということではないか
もちろん例えば超伝導スピーカーであれば全域抵抗制御になるだけの電磁力をそれ単体で得られるだろうが、一般には無理だ
しかしスピーカーから与えられるエネルギーが十分にあれば、それに対して反応することで振動板に十分な制動をかけることができる、ということではないか
だから、Qの大きい、狭い範囲で強く共振するf0の場合、エネルギーは狭い帯域にあるのでパイプのロードもその狭い範囲に限定して強く効く
そして強く効いた結果、その範囲では抵抗制御となるが、そこから外れるとすぐに慣性の影響が支配的になる
一方でQの小さい、広い範囲で弱く共振するf0の場合、エネルギーは広い帯域に分散されているので、パイプのロードも広い範囲でゆったりと効く
その結果広い範囲で音圧が増幅され、フラットな周波数特性となる
よって、逆起電力もホーンロードもユニットのエネルギーに寄生する形で制動をかけるものであり、ユニットからのエネルギーが大きくない場合は十分に反応できないのではないか
したがってエネルギーの大きいf0には反応できるが、慣性制御の領域では振幅が少ないため十分に反応できない。結果としてf0を中心としたかまぼこ特性ができあがるのではないか
もちろんパイプ口径（ホーンの場合はスロート口径）を小さくして音響インピーダンスを増やしてやれば質量に打ち勝つだけの抵抗（空気制動）を与えられる（逆起電力の場合は超伝導などの超強力な磁力でほんの少しの振幅にも大きく反応する逆起電力を生じさせればいいが現実的ではない）
http://www.timedomain.co.jp/tech/hifi03/hifi03.html
→しかしf0では強烈に振幅するので、結果として電磁制動が増加
→f0以降では振幅が収まるため、電磁制動減少
→そして質量は周波数に比例して増加するため、中高域では質量が支配的に（慣性制御）
→f0以降では振幅が収まるため、ロード減少
https://x.com/DiscussingFilm/status/1797076997136339095
Chris Miller says there will never be generative AI usage for the ‘SPIDER-VERSE’ films.
“One of the main goals of the films is to create new visual styles that have never been seen in a studio CG film, not steal the generic plagiarized average of other artists’ work”
クリス・ミラーは、『スパイダーバース』映画では生成AIは決して使用されないだろうと語る。
「この映画の主な目的の一つは、他のアーティストの作品の一般的な盗作平均を盗むことではなく、スタジオのCG映画でこれまで見たことのない新しいビジュアルスタイルを創造することです。」
“Sex is not the same as gender.”
But it’s not your gender that gives you the physique to tower over woman athletes & break their swimming records. It’s your sex. It’s not your undressed gender that upsets women in changing rooms. It’s your sex.
女性アスリートを圧倒し、彼らに水泳記録を塗り替える体格を与えてくれるのは、あなたのジェンダーではない。生物学的性別なのだ。更衣室で女性を動揺させるのは、あなたの服を着ていないジェンダーではない。それはあなたの生物学的性別だ。」
