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clau clau

#1815
March 20, 2018, 04:47:14 AM
Father time has an undefeated record.

But when he's dumb and no more here,
Nineteen hundred years or near,
Clau-Clau-Claudius shall speak clear.
(https://completeandunabridged.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-claudius.html)

Jacob

#1816
March 20, 2018, 08:37:31 AM
"Arguing with anonymous strangers on the Internet is a sucker's game because they almost always turn out to be—or to be indistinguishable from—self-righteous sixteen-year-olds possessing infinite amounts of free time."
--Neal Stephenson

MilesChristi

#1817
March 22, 2018, 08:46:02 PM
Henry VI, pt 2
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Kaesekopf

#1818
March 24, 2018, 02:01:14 AM
I just finished "Paper Towns" by John green (hearing protection required).

Pretty interesting book. 

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Wie dein Sonntag, so dein Sterbetag.

I am not altogether on anybody's side, because nobody is altogether on my side.  ~Treebeard, LOTR

Jesus son of David, have mercy on me.

MilesChristi

#1819
March 24, 2018, 04:37:07 PM
Henry VI, pt 3
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Kaesekopf

#1820
March 24, 2018, 11:34:28 PM
Wie dein Sonntag, so dein Sterbetag.

I am not altogether on anybody's side, because nobody is altogether on my side.  ~Treebeard, LOTR

Jesus son of David, have mercy on me.

MilesChristi

#1821
March 26, 2018, 12:16:16 PM
Quote from: Kaesekopf on March 24, 2018, 11:34:28 PM
Quote from: MilesChristi on March 24, 2018, 04:37:07 PM
Henry VI, pt 3

I see a trend.

What am I reading next?
You couldn't possibly guess
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Christina_S

#1822
March 27, 2018, 09:33:35 PM
King Lear.
"You cannot be a half-saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all." ~St. Therese of Lisieux

Check out the blog that I run with my husband! https://theromanticcatholic.wordpress.com/
Latest posts: Why "Be Yourself" is Bad Advice
Fascination with Novelty
The Wedding Garment of Faith

MilesChristi

#1823
March 27, 2018, 10:02:29 PM
Richard III
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Christe Eleison

#1824
March 28, 2018, 12:37:53 PM
Quote from: Jacob on March 20, 2018, 08:37:31 AM
Quote from: clau clau on March 20, 2018, 04:47:14 AM
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Waiting-Apocalypse-Memoir-Faith-Family/dp/0393066037

Fantastic read.

We were going to have a discussion group for this book, but other people got pulled away and it never got going. :(


I was looking forward to reading what you all thought about it.
And how it might compare to your personal experiences, people you might know in real life.
How about trying to get people to have a discussion group again? Maybe the timing was not right. Try again  :)

MilesChristi

#1825
April 03, 2018, 06:54:45 AM
Titus Andronicus
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

PerEvangelicaDicta

#1826
April 03, 2018, 02:38:19 PM
I ordered and just received these:

Bernadette of Lourdes: A Life Based on Authenticated Documents, and Bernadette Speaks: A Life of St. Bernadette Soubirous in Her Own Words
both works by Fr. René Laurentin

Six Frigates: The Epic History of the Founding of the U. S. Navy
by Ian Toll
They shall not be confounded in the evil time; and in the days of famine they shall be filled
Psalms 36:19

Prayerful

#1827
April 03, 2018, 02:49:48 PM
Autobiography of a Hunted Priest, John Gerard SJ.

First landed on a Norfolk beach, shortly after ordination (having first entered Douai college aged 12), of an Elizabethan England where to be a priest was treason, he travelled throughout England upholding the Faith, without which no one can be saved, converting many, including some ministers of the Gospel, giving courage to those schismatics (Catholics by conviction who avoided fines by attending the so-call Divine Service) to be Catholic, sheltering in priest's holes with vestments, books and sacred vessels needed for the Mass. Arrested and judicially tortured in the Tower of London, without betraying those who helped him, he continued to travel secretly, to offer the Holy Mass, later escaping to the continent to help train priests for the English Mission. His superiors got him to write an account in Latin, recently translated into English.

It is saddening to compare this holy, humble yet fearsomely able priest, one of a Society who could never accept preferment to ecclesiastical office, so that ambition could never master service to the Church, to the present Society, which appears to be full of men scheming for ways to drag people away from Salvation.
Padre Pio: Pray, hope, and don't worry. Worry is useless. God is merciful and will hear your prayer.

PerEvangelicaDicta

#1828
April 03, 2018, 03:11:18 PM
Quote from: Prayerful on April 03, 2018, 02:49:48 PM
Autobiography of a Hunted Priest, John Gerard SJ.

First landed on a Norfolk beach, shortly after ordination (having first entered Douai college aged 12), of an Elizabethan England where to be a priest was treason, he travelled throughout England upholding the Faith, without which no one can be saved, converting many, including some ministers of the Gospel, giving courage to those schismatics (Catholics by conviction who avoided fines by attending the so-call Divine Service) to be Catholic, sheltering in priest's holes with vestments, books and sacred vessels needed for the Mass. Arrested and judicially tortured in the Tower of London, without betraying those who helped him, he continued to travel secretly, to offer the Holy Mass, later escaping to the continent to help train priests for the English Mission. His superiors got him to write an account in Latin, recently translated into English.

It is saddening to compare this holy, humble yet fearsomely able priest, one of a Society who could never accept preferment to ecclesiastical office, so that ambition could never master service to the Church, to the present Society, which appears to be full of men scheming for ways to drag people away from Salvation.

Another superb book recommendation, with a superb description/critique.
They shall not be confounded in the evil time; and in the days of famine they shall be filled
Psalms 36:19

Christina_S

#1829
April 03, 2018, 10:26:46 PM
The Pearl (Steinbeck)
Love in the Time of Cholera (Marquez)
"You cannot be a half-saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all." ~St. Therese of Lisieux

Check out the blog that I run with my husband! https://theromanticcatholic.wordpress.com/
Latest posts: Why "Be Yourself" is Bad Advice
Fascination with Novelty
The Wedding Garment of Faith
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