The worst part of these village treats is the children’s choir. The little blighters are rather de trop, what? Seared into the Wooster gray matter–to give you just one instance of the many that come to mind–is the occasion that Kim “Kimber-bimber” Jong-Il of the Drones’ Club invited me down to his country place and what was looking like a promising little week-end with a well-stocked cellar was constantly spoiled by little excrescences mumbling ‘Dear Leader” this and shrilling “Dear Leader” that wherever one turned. It began where ghastly left off.

I should scarcely advise it.

Towards a Mormon jurisprudence? I never thought of Joseph Smith as one of those beaky legal types, handing out fines for the lightest causes, and burying advice on socage-in-chief in the Book of Mormon, coming it the heavy with this ‘and what explanation do you give for yourself, Mr. Wooster’ stuff, when really I was speeding very moderately, if at all, but they tell me its so. Cor chase my Aunt Fanny up the gum tree.

I was partway through elaborating a beautiful theory about how the heavily Christian content in 1 and 2 Nephi and Jacob was either Mormon’s (1) interpolation or (2) his misreading as a result of language change and the drift in the meaning of glyphs or (3) an example of the usual practice of attributing one’s own insights to revered predecessors — when I remembered that Mormon stuck in the Small Plates of Nephi without any editing.

The American President has deplored the, ah, deplorable habit Washington, D.C., has of getting all wee-weed up in August, that abominable time of year. (more…)

Not just a way, a truth, or a life. The Way, The Truth, The Life. (more…)

One contemplates with quiet satisfaction the edifying spectacle of the advance of science.

Ignore the half-hearted attempt to find parallels to modern politics. This discussion of Wordsworth’s politics–and especially of the way he found moral meaning in the beauty of nature, family, and tradition–is both lovely and inspiring.

Good. I’d like to think that the men tasked with defending my country are at least a little more competent than the ones from Harvard tasked with running my financial system.

Oh, rather. I mean to say, pass your eyes over the Wooster physique. Trim, I hear you saying. Svelte. Soignee. Yet my idea of exercise rather stops with a quiet stroll or batting a few tennis balls. I’m not one of those strenuous chappies, what?

Some are reporting that the Obama Administration has agreed to protect drug prices in its health care plan in return for a $150 million campaign by the drug lobby in support of the plan. Oh, dear. Oh, dear. (more…)

Yeehah!

This Blog will now doff its hats. It happens there are ladies online.

Good riddance. Kids can learn what they need to know on Twitter.

On the sweetness of Mormon life. (more…)