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“What brings thee to such a biting pickle?”

(Or in the Italian, “ma che ti mena a si pungenti salse?” The Inferno of Dante, Canto XVIII, line 51. It’s not from the part I wrote a paper on, but the book naturally opens to that page every time, … Continue reading

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In Which I mistake my finger for a loaf of bread

I was going to be on top of things last week and brush up The Colour of Life for beta-reading, and do a blog post, and check the list of future papers to get ahead — and then I found … Continue reading

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“A Socialist government is one which in its nature does not tolerate any true and real opposition.”

“For there the Government provides everything; and it is absurd to ask a Government to provide an opposition.” I’m back — at least for a little while. I really should not go around announcing what I plan to do, because … Continue reading

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We all know I like to introduce Catholics to Catholic writers

With tomorrow, Deo volente, being the scene of a long conversation on justification and sanctification, under the auspices (most likely) of people like the good Aquinas, have a quote from Chesterton’s essay on Thomas Carlyle: “A great deal is said … Continue reading

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“A facility for quotation covers the absence of original thought.”

Monday was a confused muddle; Tuesday went much better except that one of my classes was canceled; today’s American Literature was a politically-correct disaster, and I got to talk to one of our Catholic friends about baptism, and a teacher’s … Continue reading

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Off to Sherwood Forest

I haven’t talked much about Rose-Tinted Arrows here in a while. I haven’t actually worked on it in a long time — I’ve collected notes, but haven’t written anything new, nor gotten up the courage to tear apart the old … Continue reading

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When writing doesn’t look like writing

My dad comes home from work and tells us what he did all day (he works in IT, so it’s clearing up problems on stuff he knows is going to be obsolete in another three years at most. Very fulfilling … Continue reading

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