September 2015
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You won't like this. I shouldn't have posted it. But I find the rueful disintegrating last-days-of-the-West feel very effective: "Our hist'ry dies with Europe…"
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I discern a pattern in my reactions to popes in the news. I'm so irritated by the political weaponizing of everything he says or does that I pretty much have to ignore the hullabaloo while it's in progress. I've been told that his speech to Congress today was good, but I think I'll wait at
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This is semi-metal, so be warned. I just really like the chorus: Every season, every storm A painful wish to be reborn
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Last night I watched The Silence for the second time. The first time was somewhere between five and ten years ago, and I thought I had discussed it here at least briefly, but if I did I can't find the post now. At any rate, what I remember thinking is that I didn't like at as
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…And they, since theyWere not the one dead, turned to their affairs. That's Frost, from "Out, Out—", a poem you may know, and should know if you don't. It's one of his masterpieces. You can read it online at the Poetry Foundation. It's been on my mind for the past couple of days. I got word
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Not with physical acts but merely by rejecting the lie, by refusing to participate personally in the lie. Everyone must stop cooperating with the lie absolutely everywhere that he sees it himself: whether they are trying to force him to speak, write, quote or sign, or simply to vote or even to read. In our
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