Manalive "Inglewood," said Michael Moon, "have you ever heard that I am a blackguard?" "I haven't heard it, and I don't believe it," answered Inglewood, after an odd pause. "But I have heard you were--what they call rather wild." "If you have heard that I am wild, you can contradict the rumour," said Moon, with … Continue reading

Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness, John Donne

Since I am coming to that holy room,          Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made thy music; as I come          I tune the instrument here at the door,          And what I must do then, think here before.  Whilst my physicians by their love are grown          Cosmographers, and I their map, … Continue reading Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness, John Donne

The Family

“Hardly anybody (outside a particular religious press) dares to defend the family. The world around us has accepted a social system which denies the family. It will sometimes help the child in spite of the family; the mother in spite of the family; the grandfather in spite of the family. It will not help the … Continue reading The Family