I already knowed it. I’ve bin watering my herds out thataway fer a long time now. If’n I catch any of you cayuses jumpin’ mah claim, you can expect I will express mah displeasure with ballistic perferation.
It seemed de rigeur at the time, dash it. Positively as right as rain. No, when a spot of Boat Night conviviality landed Bertram before a Yankee magistrate, I, or rather he, if you know what I mean, naturally offered a false name, selecting “Justin Bieber” for the purpose, little thinking what the harvest would be. But dash it all, by adopting this innocent legal stratagem, as practiced by all and sundry from the writers of the Federalist papers to Attila the Hun (real name Aloysius), I seem to have landed a crooning urchin who was born with that same nom de guerre in a spot of trouble. Dash it, no one could be more sorry than I. No offense intended and all that. Rather.
Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986), “Límites” (tr. Kenneth Krabbenhoft):
There is a line by Verlaine that I will not remember again.
There is a street nearby that is off limits to my feet.
There is a mirror that has seen me for the last time.
There is a door I have closed until the end of the world.
Among the books in my library (I’m looking at them now) are some I will never open.
This summer I will be fifty years old.
Death is using me up, relentlessly.
—from Inscriptions (Montevideo, 1923) by Julio Platero Haedo
Hay una línea de Verlaine que no volveré a recordar.
Hay una calle próxima que está vedada a mis pasos,
Hay un espejo que me ha visto por última vez,
Hay una puerta que he cerrado hasta el fin del mundo.
Entre los libros de mi biblioteca (estoy viéndolos)
Hay alguno que ya nunca abriré.
Este verano cumpliré cincuenta años;
La muerte me desgasta, incesante.
The disagreement between Christians – a ‘disagreement’ which amounts to a total inversion of assumptions hence perspective – is between those who regard God as too important to be abstract, and those who regard God as too important to be concrete.
“Because young men and young women ages 12 through 18 are a vital part of hastening the work of salvation, please invite and encourage them to attend the Saturday evening sessions of the stake conferences in 2014.” Thus the First Presidency was quoted regarding the schedule for our upcoming stake conference in March.
A couple months ago when an employee of the Church’s Research Information Division asked me and others of my ward what the Church could do to help families prepare youth for mission, I said a more coherent message was desirable. Is the great value of 18-year-old missionaries that they are simple (19-year-olds not being simple enough), or is it that they are prepared despite their youth? If this is the answer, I like it.
I now have to come up with a babysitter, though. Maybe the neighbor gentile girl will be available. Thinking about it, maybe I will stay home with the younger Mansfields. My thoughts are conflicting. The adult evening session has always been the more insiderish part of stake conference, for people willing to go to church on a Saturday night. I want the youth to be part of that, but can it remain that with a bunch of teenagers dragged along by parents? In particular, I fear an overdose of focus on the youth of the noble birthright during the inauguration of this change that I wouldn’t mind missing.
Rod Dreher has some good thoughts. Without endorsing his viewpoint completely, I note that Mormonism and its temple and its doctrine of continuing revelation and line upon line and milk before meat has room for the concept of forbidden knowledge that secular liberalism does not.
I was wondering about why the operating machinery of our country is making funny noises and smells of burning rubber. But instead of twiddling with the nuts, I decided to read the blueprints and the FAQ. . . .
It will be of little avail to the people, that the laws are made by men of their own choice, if the laws be so voluminous that they cannot be read, or so incoherent that they cannot be understood; if they be repealed or revised before they are promulgated, or undergo such incessant changes that no man, who knows what the law is to-day, can guess what it will be to-morrow. Law is defined to be a rule of action; but how can that be a rule, which is little known, and less fixed?
Whoa, frick, we should’ve looked at this thing a long time ago. Is someone around here in charge of maintenance and quality control?
I like rocketery as much as the next feller, an’ ridin’ herd on doggies comes as natchurelly fer me as breathin’. But I druther the rockets do the flyin’ and the cows keep their hooves planted square on the good earth.
This article names some of the rubes trying to do so. Unsurprisingly, many are from what passes for our artistic elite.
A worthwhile article by Ross Douthat.
The belief that some personal liberties are nonnegotiable whatever their policy implications is obviously sincerely held, and I can respect a worldview that privileges moral absolutes over social science evidence.
But the evidence remains. And so, for families and children, do the consequences.