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#2055
January 05, 2019, 09:49:09 AM
Nathaniel's Nutmeg or The True and Incredible Adventures of the Spice Trader Who Changed the Course of History by Giles Milton.
non impediti ratione cogitationis

Christina_S

#2056
January 08, 2019, 04:25:53 PM
Starting Kristin Lavransdatter again. I've read parts of it at times when I needed the encouragement to use painful experiences as a means of advancing in womanhood and holiness. Now is another one of those times.
"You cannot be a half-saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all." ~St. Therese of Lisieux

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MilesChristi

#2057
January 12, 2019, 10:53:45 AM
Historia Universal de la Infamia
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.

MilesChristi

#2058
January 14, 2019, 02:35:56 PM
Cronica de una muerte anunciada
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.

Philip G.

#2059
January 15, 2019, 02:19:13 AM
My mother bought me for Christmas some fiction books from Angelus Press, and they just arrived.  She bought me the Outlaws of Ravenhurst, and Tales of Foreign Lands vol. 1.  However, those will have to wait because I am currently reading Mark Twain's The Prince and the Pauper. 
For the stone shall cry out of the wall; and the timber that is between the joints of the building, shall answer.  Woe to him that buildeth a town with blood, and prepareth a city by iniquity. - Habacuc 2,11-12

Bernadette

#2060
January 15, 2019, 09:59:13 AM
Black Beauty, for the first time since I was a kid.
My Lord and my God.

MilesChristi

#2061
January 15, 2019, 12:31:26 PM
Jesus of Nazareth
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.

Sempronius

#2062
January 15, 2019, 03:05:34 PM
Read it years ago, but these lines have stuck with me, because they are so funny. From John Dryden

Some of their chiefs were princes of the land:
In the first rank of these did Zimri stand;
A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome:
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong;
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But, in the course of one revolving moon,
Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon:
Then all for woman, painting, rhyming, drinking,
Beside ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Blest madman, who could every hour employ,
With something new to wish, or to enjoy!
Railing and praising were his usual themes;
And both, to show his judgment, in extremes:
So over violent, or over civil,
That every man with him was God or Devil.
In squandering wealth was his peculiar art:
Nothing went unrewarded but desert.

Jacob

#2063
January 15, 2019, 03:40:41 PM
Second time through The Rite.  Father Gary is apprenticing with Father Carmine and has just had his first experience with the possessed Sister.
"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

#2064
January 17, 2019, 08:50:19 AM
El coronel no tiene quien le escriba
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.

MilesChristi

#2065
January 19, 2019, 03:27:18 PM
Teaching Piano (to prepare for my first student)

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El Aleph
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.

Michael Wilson

#2066
January 19, 2019, 04:51:23 PM
I keep being amazed at the number of books (and serious ones) that Miles Christi reads.
This whole thread would only be a couple of pages shorter, if we eliminated every other post that is not his.
"The World Must Conform to Our Lord and not He to it." Rev. Dennis Fahey CSSP

"My brothers, all of you, if you are condemned to see the triumph of evil, never applaud it. Never say to evil: you are good; to decadence: you are progess; to death: you are life. Sanctify yourselves in the times wherein God has placed you; bewail the evils and the disorders which God tolerates; oppose them with the energy of your works and your efforts, your life uncontaminated by error, free from being led astray, in such a way that having lived here below, united with the Spirit of the Lord, you will be admitted to be made but one with Him forever and ever: But he who is joined to the Lord is one in spirit." Cardinal Pie of Potiers

Mono no aware

#2067
January 19, 2019, 07:06:18 PM
Quote from: MilesChristi on January 19, 2019, 03:27:18 PMEl Aleph

How many of Borges' ficciones have you read?  Are you reading them in Spanish?  The Aleph would definitely be in my top ten of his.

carmina laetitiae

#2068
January 19, 2019, 08:11:02 PM
"True Devotion to Mary" by St. Louis de Montfort
Unfortunately it's slow going because I've started back at school (last semester) so I have assigned reading to do, and first trimester nausea is making me lazy to the point that I prefer watching mindless TV shows.

MilesChristi

#2069
January 20, 2019, 07:08:34 PM
Quote from: Pon de Replay on January 19, 2019, 07:06:18 PM
Quote from: MilesChristi on January 19, 2019, 03:27:18 PMEl Aleph

How many of Borges' ficciones have you read?  Are you reading them in Spanish?  The Aleph would definitely be in my top ten of his.

I'm reading them all in Spanish.

I've read the stories in the Ficciones, and the Historia Universal de la Infamia collections.

I just started the collection of El Aleph, but have not read the titular story.


I will read them again, after I'm more used to reading Spanish and more familiar with his style
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.
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