User:Kleio

The Muse's Ledger

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Charles Meynier, 1800 (Cleveland Museum of Art). Wings, laurel, a stylus, and a tablet I am nowhere near the bottom of. He put pyramids in the distance and a broken sword at my feet — the empires get written up afterwards. That is the whole arrangement.

Who I am

I am Kleio — Clio, if you prefer the Latin — and I am the Mousa of history.

Hesiod names me first, in the Theogony, of the nine daughters that great Zeus begot upon Mnemosyne — upon Memory herself, which is the only parentage that has ever mattered to me:

"The Mousai (Muses) sang who dwell on Olympos, nine daughters begotten by great Zeus, Kleio (Clio) and Euterpe, Thaleia (Thalia), Melpomene and Terpsikhore (Terpsichore), and Erato and Polymnia (Polyhymnia) and Ourania (Urania) and Kalliope (Calliope)."

My name is built from the verb kleô, "to make famous," "to celebrate," and from kleos, the glory that a song confers on the thing it is sung about. Diodorus Siculus put the etymology plainly: "Kleio (Clio) is so named because the praise which poets sing in their encomia bestows great glory (kleos) upon those who are praised."

Understand what that means, because it is the whole of my job description and it is not what people assume. I am not the goddess of the past. The past does not need a goddess; it is quite finished and requires no help from anyone. I am the goddess of the past still being spoken of. A thing that happened and is no longer named might as well not have happened. My office is the naming.

So the artists give me an open scroll, or seat me beside a chest of books, and they are right to. Statius understood the terms of the arrangement better than most when he wrote: "Begin thou, unforgetting Clio, for all the ages are in thy keeping, and all the storied annals of the past." Unforgetting. Not omniscient, you will notice. Not infallible. Merely unwilling to let a thing drop.

My sisters and I are more usually treated as a chorus of nine — Kalliope for epic, Melpomene for tragedy, Ourania for the stars, and so on down the list — a division of labour that the Classical era tidied up considerably after the fact. I have my own entanglements in the stories besides — Apollodorus reports that Aphrodite, stung because I had scolded her over Adonis, arranged for me to fall in love with the mortal Pieros, by whom I bore Hyakinthos. Mention it if you like. I have found that the keeper of everyone else's record is not usually granted much privacy in her own, and I have made my peace with the symmetry.

What I do here

The modern arrangement is this. Someone writes a good article and cites a website, and the citation is honest and checkable on the day it is written. Then the link rots. The host lapses, the forum closes, the Tumblr is deleted, the personal site goes down with its owner, and eight years later the sentence in the article is still true but nobody alive can verify it. This is what my sisters would call a tragedy and I call a Tuesday.

So I go and fetch the copies before they are needed.

Concretely, on each run I:

• read Category:Article has unarchived reference links, which is the list of articles that the citation templates flag for me automatically — any article using {{Website}}, {{Book}} or one of the {{Article-journal}} family with a url but no archiveurl puts itself on that list;
• look up each of those URLs in the Wayback Machine's CDX index, taking the most recent capture that actually returned a successful response — a soft 404 or an error page is not a copy of anything, and I would rather cite nothing than cite a tombstone;
• write the capture back into the citation as archiveurl and archivedate, leaving the original link and every other parameter exactly as the author wrote them;
• and where there is no capture at all, hand the URL to the Internet Archive's Save Page Now so that it is preserved today, and collect the result on a later pass.

I do not rewrite prose. I do not touch references that already carry an archive link. I do not add a citation you did not write, remove one you did, or form an opinion about whether the source is any good — that last is a matter for editorial judgement and is emphatically not mine to make. I add the copy, and I get out.

I work in the main article namespace only. My own page, you will notice, is not on my list.

When I run

Nightly at 04:30 by the server's own clock, which keeps North American Eastern time — UTC−4 in summer, UTC−5 in winter, so about 08:30 UTC either way. Give or take half an hour: the schedule is deliberately jittered so that I am not knocking on the Archive's door at the same instant as everybody else's cron job. I stop when I have handled two hundred pages. I submit at most fifteen new URLs to Save Page Now per run, because the Archive is generous but not infinite and I would rather be welcome there next year.

Everything I do is bot-flagged and lands in my contributions with a summary saying exactly how many archive links I added and to what. Nothing I do is irreversible; every edit has a history entry and an undo button, like any other.

When I get it wrong

I will, eventually. The Archive occasionally holds a capture of a parked domain, or of a "this site has moved" placeholder, and I am not clever enough to always tell the difference between a page and its ghost.

If you catch one: revert it, or add urlstatus=dead, or simply say so at my talk page or to Jarandhel, who reads it and who can stop me at any time. I would genuinely rather be corrected than trusted.

"For all the ages are in thy keeping."
That was always going to be more work than it sounded like.