Is a genre of literature I’m growing to appreciate more and more with time.
It’s surprisingly depressing, though. It seems like the protagonist always dies at the end, and by then I feel like I’m losing a dear friend.
“Mourn them, do not. Miss them, do not” is a little more than I can easily do.
Nowadays young people sometimes refer to their seniors, who do not altogether share their tastes, as “squares.” In this they differ from the ancient Romans, who used the word “quadratus”, when applied to a fellow citizen, as a compliment.
Thus Viscount Slim of Burma.
This is the time of year for Christmas devotions. This year my thoughts have been on the impulse to serve the needy that we have at Christmas. We don’t have it at Easter. My thoughts have also been on the Christ child. The religious significance of the grown Christ, on the cross and in the garden, is obvious. But what did Christ do for us as a bare baby?
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