Tag Archives: Augustine of Hippo

“Are we thus insanely to countenance the foolish error of the Manichaeans?”

So I thought I was getting a nice quiet day at home (to send lots of grown-up e-mails about school, incidentally), but as it turns out I am working after all. Fortunately I can throw you the nearest paper from … Continue reading

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In which I talk about art

Because I’m still not over that bad writing workshop. (Although a lot of this is prompted more by a continuing classmate than that professor.) I have been thinking for a long while, off and on, about deliberate ugliness in modern … Continue reading

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More from On the Free Choice of the Will

Time to make an Augustine of Hippo tag, I think. “A creature that sins by free will is more excellent than one that does not sin only because it has no free will. I would praise wine as a thing … Continue reading

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From On the Free Choice of the Will

Having finished with the first round of stories for the Advanced Fiction workshop, I am going to be out of character and not moan about how bad ideas taken to their logical conclusions in real life, rather than merely in … Continue reading

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January Wrap-up

Oh, look at me actually posting on a Tuesday again! Probably just because this is the kind of thing easy to write in advance. It is a busy day, though. Later I’m going to spend a couple of hours going … Continue reading

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I can read in pickle colour too.

Yesterday was over forty degrees and sunny, and now we’ve got snow blowing over everything and covering up the dirt, and it looks like midwinter again. I miss Of the North, but at the same time it needs so much work … Continue reading

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Gaudete, Gaudete, Christus est natus!

(Ex Maria virgine: gaudete!) Merry Christmas again! I’m listening to music for the first time since last Monday, and it’s making me remember how much I miss orchestra. And I’m not even a musician! How will I bear leaving for … Continue reading

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