My folk are those who share my blood.
My people are those with whom I will share descendants.
But my countrymen are those with whom I share the dead.
A bull was by himself in the corner of the pasture, weakly tossing grass with his horns and lowing softly. To all appearances he was disconsolate. A passing fox stopped and watched for a little while.
The fox spoke. “You are a great bull with many cows and calves and fine pasture. I see you in excellent health. What grief can have overcome you in this way?” (more…)
Peter Thiel’s takedown of Gawker, along with Gawker itself, are troubling indicators of the growing weaponization of American civil life.
Towards the end of the Republic, the Roman courts were also struggles for existence, where politics was carried on by other means and to the hilt.
I sent my girls to a volleyball camp at the local military institute. The first day I showed up early to retrieve them. So I got a chance to wander the halls of their gym for a little bit.
Interesting stuff, this phenomenon of school pride and sport. Animal mascots, team colors, the whole lot. Lots to think about.
What caught my attention this time was the school’s sports motto.
Victory with Honor. (more…)
C.S. Lewis says that courage is the form all virtues take at the testing point. If he means to imply that courage is not a separate virtue, he is mistaken. It is possible to be virtuously courageous in a bad cause, or in the service of some vice. Courage, once experienced, is known to have a quality all its own.
Obedience is the same. It is not just an instrumental virtue. The justifications we give for obedience do not mean that obedience is only a means to an end. As those who have experienced it know, obedience is a virtue in its own right. There is a quality of holiness in it. When Christ said, “Thy will be done,” he was not just selecting a poetic and gracious way of acknowledging that on reflection he had decided to go through with the Passion. (more…)
That, if elected as President, his inaugural address will be a reasonable facsimile of this.
Or at least a palimpsest.
His Majesty was playing marbles with the cats this morning.
From His Majesty, who was looking with distaste at the racks full of tabloids:
Sigh. I’m so grateful I’m not a celebrity. They seem to have very difficult lives.
Well, they seem to have a lot of First World problems, anyway.
Old beans, let me take this opp. to give the raspberry to the dashed rumors purveyed by the New York Times and Ann Coulter, to wit, that the notorious DJT asked me to dress in a bikini. There is not a word of truth in that bally rot. Altogether poppycock. One splutters, dash it.
A proverb is usually a truth whose opposite is also true.
Forewarned is forearmed. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Too many cooks spoil the broth. Many hands make light work.
I had a proverb experience the other day. One truth was in a dream, the other was in a reverie. (more…)