His Majesty’s version:
2% milk is like non-alcoholic wine.
Skim milk is like [urine] in a bottle.
When we come up from the water we bear the Saviour upon our souls, on our heads, on our eyes, in our very inward parts, on all our members–Him who is pure from sin, free from all corruption, just as He was when He rose again and appeared to His disciples, as He was taken up, as He will come agin to demand the return of His treasure.
Thus we have been born; we have been stamped with Christ as though with some figure and shape.
-thus St. Nicholas Cabasilas.
He is referring to the Orthodox baptism, of course. But it is true of our authorized baptism, and of the solemnities that occur in sacred places. (more…)
Stiffen up the blood, Scott Adams, dash it! Summon up the sinews! When the many-headed begin to throw objects in a marked manner, then’s no time for a gentleman to imitate a dashed wee slinkit timorous beastie, if slinkit is the word I mean. That’s not the stuff to give the troops. Take a page from the Wooster book, old bean. When a Wooster is faced with a little unpleasantness, going all the way back to the Crusades, we have always made a manly, dignified, sneak to the exit.
It is probably a milestone of some sort, though I do not know what, when one of your kids flags you down to share a few lines of poetry that caught her eye, while wearing Groucho Marx spectacles and mustache.
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Turquoise blue and silver too,
The bolo tie’s the tie for you,
Manly, rugged, and quite prieux,
You’re the cock-a-doodle-doo.
Sir, I have met Roderick Spode. Roderick Spode became a friend of mine. Sir, Donald Trump is no Roderick Spode. Why, I bet he’s never so much as fashioned a single lady’s undergarment.