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the perichoretic nature of reading

"In my inexorable love I shall lay upon the dust that you are glories and dangers and responsibilities beyond your understanding" C S Lewis Kathryn Lindskoog lays out in C.S. Lewis: Mere Christian a one-year reading p…
I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away. The light air about me told me that the world ended here: only the ground and sun and sky were left, a…
In which I keep you from figuring out what the subject is

I feel like poetry. April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.They pierce my dun casing, drinking from the red deltas, the rivulets …
Serendipity

(A fun article from Alan Jacobs on the Books and Culture website.)The word was coined by that curious man Sir Horace Walpole, known today (if at all) as one of the founders of the "Gothic" tale of suspense and terror, bu…
\"Very well," replied Wimsey, amiably. "I will adopt an attitude of passive decoration." Finals are over!In the meantime I have been reading Doroth Sayer's Strong Poison and taking walks since my brain is all gone to mu…
An entry pertaining to Literature, but does not contain any Poetry References

'Mr. Collins . . . was so much struck with the size and furniture of the apartment that he declared he might almost have supposed himself in the small summer breakfast parlor at Rosings . . .' Pride and PrejudiceHave yo…
The latest issue of In Character magazine is on self-reliance, and it has the funniest article on Ayn Rand. The more I know about her, the less I want to read her stuff. I read Anthem and it remains the dumbest thing I…
Galatea

This world is a great sculptor's shop. We are the statues and there is a rumour going round that some of us are someday going to come to life. ~Mere Christianity, C.S. Lewis
He shall crush your cranial and you shall bruise his calcaneal
I'm giving him the Dickens!

From Chesterton's biography of Dickens: It is currently said that hope goes with youth, and lends to youth its wings of a butterfly; but I fancy that hope is the last gift given to man, and the only gift not give…