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MilesChristi

#1800
March 02, 2018, 03:20:07 PM
1 Henry IV
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.

Greg

#1801
March 02, 2018, 03:51:08 PM
No angel.  A biography of Bernie Ecclestone.
Contentment is knowing that you're right. Happiness is knowing that someone else is wrong.

Jacob

#1802
March 03, 2018, 07:12:45 PM
Triplanetary, by E. E. Smith.  Been wanting to read the Lensmen series for a long time.
"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

#1803
March 06, 2018, 10:01:18 PM
2 Henry IV
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.

Gardener

#1804
March 07, 2018, 09:39:14 AM
Blessed John Duns Scotus: Marian Doctor, by Fr. Stefano Manelli, FI
Day of Wrath, by William Forstchen
"If anyone does not wish to have Mary Immaculate for his Mother, he will not have Christ for his Brother." - St. Maximilian Kolbe

Christina_S

#1805
March 08, 2018, 10:26:04 PM
Quote from: MilesChristi on March 06, 2018, 10:01:18 PM
2 Henry IV
I'm not copying you, honestly. But I'm reading the same thing as part of a course now.
"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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Latest posts: Why "Be Yourself" is Bad Advice
Fascination with Novelty
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Carleendiane

#1806
March 09, 2018, 08:14:26 AM
Now I know where our fellow poster got his username!!!!! Innocent Smith. Character from Chesterton's book, MANALIVE!  What a fun tale that is!
To board the struggle bus: no whining, board with a smile, a fake one will be found out and put off at next stop, no maps, no directions, going only one way, one destination. Follow all rules and you will arrive. Drop off at pearly gate. Bring nothing.

MilesChristi

#1807
March 09, 2018, 10:06:56 AM
Quote from: Christina_S on March 08, 2018, 10:26:04 PM
Quote from: MilesChristi on March 06, 2018, 10:01:18 PM
2 Henry IV
I'm not copying you, honestly. But I'm reading the same thing as part of a course now.

What course?
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

#1808
March 10, 2018, 11:23:32 PM
Henry V
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

#1809
March 11, 2018, 03:55:35 PM
Quote from: MilesChristi on March 09, 2018, 10:06:56 AM
Quote from: Christina_S on March 08, 2018, 10:26:04 PM
Quote from: MilesChristi on March 06, 2018, 10:01:18 PM
2 Henry IV
I'm not copying you, honestly. But I'm reading the same thing as part of a course now.

What course?
English 338 at my uni. English is my minor, and this course was one of the better options among the senior level courses.
"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

#1810
March 11, 2018, 04:13:15 PM
Quote from: Christina_S on March 11, 2018, 03:55:35 PM
Quote from: MilesChristi on March 09, 2018, 10:06:56 AM
Quote from: Christina_S on March 08, 2018, 10:26:04 PM
Quote from: MilesChristi on March 06, 2018, 10:01:18 PM
2 Henry IV
I'm not copying you, honestly. But I'm reading the same thing as part of a course now.

What course?
English 338 at my uni. English is my minor, and this course was one of the better options among the senior level courses.

Both are much better watched than read, and Part I is superior, honestly.
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.

red solo cup

#1811
March 15, 2018, 04:06:10 AM
Ordinary Men: Reserve Police Battalion 101 and the Final Solution in Poland by Christopher Browning. This book was recommended by Jordan Peterson in one of his videos. Grim.
non impediti ratione cogitationis

martin88nyc

#1812
March 15, 2018, 07:26:52 AM
Quote from: red solo cup on March 15, 2018, 04:06:10 AM
Ordinary Men: Reserve Police Battalion 101 and the Final Solution in Poland by Christopher Browning. This book was recommended by Jordan Peterson in one of his videos. Grim.
Somewhat  misleading title. It was German occupied Poland. Just as they say polish concentration camps etc.
"These things I have spoken to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you shall have distress: but have confidence, I have overcome the world." John 16:33

MilesChristi

#1813
March 19, 2018, 04:34:38 PM
Henry VI, pt 1
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.

Jacob

#1814
March 19, 2018, 06:03:43 PM
Quote from: Jacob on March 03, 2018, 07:12:45 PM
Triplanetary, by E. E. Smith.  Been wanting to read the Lensmen series for a long time.

Finished this today.  It was...  Mind blowing.  Science fiction/space opera before things like "continuity" and "everything has to make sense" became important was just out of this world.   It was like Dune on steroids, without any hindrances like characterization or background lore.  Next up from ILL: First Lensman!
"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
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