Barbary because of Berbers which derives from Barbarians which the Romans got from the Greeks who used it generically as it meant something like blah-blah-blah, designating people who didn’t speak Greek. The Berber population, naturally, wasn’t very pleased with this.
Can’t you name us something different?
No, we shall call you Barbarians.
But we’ll be the laughing stock of your empire. Can’t we be Vandals or something?
I am afraid not. I am really sorry.
St. Augustine was Berber but nobody here knows him.
Lately I am enjoying making sketches of famous paintings. The first of the above is a detail from a portrait of Nancy Astor by John Singer Sargent. It’s not finished yet, but I am afraid I am going to bungle it, so I have uploaded an as of yet unfinished version of it. The second is the famous Wanker above the Sea of Fog by Caspar David Friedrich. It is ubiquitously used now on the internet by creators of YouTube content who want to convey some concept of existential dread. I know because I watch tons of videos on existential dread.
Caspar David Friedrich was a German painter of a particularly depressive disposition, though his work was of an ethereal if haunting beauty and he is now regarded as the most important German artist of his time. Unfortunately, he didn’t end very well and he was described as ‘half mad’ when he died. A portrait of him by Gerhard von Kügelgen (see Wikipedia) seems to intimate this characteristic accurately, I mean, you don’t want to give this man an axe.
The hotel where I stay has a café on the ground floor with a television in the corner. When it is on it forever shows football matches to an exclusively male audience who are smoking acrid smelling cigarettes. It is very depressing and I never sit inside. And I don’t know why they never show anything else but football. No films, no nature documentaries. Just football. I suspect they are bewildered by the green grass…