Daniel

“The Prince was so fat that Napoleon, who made him a king in 1806, said that God had created him to discover how far skin could stretch.”
― Andrew Roberts, The Last King of America: The Misunderstood Reign of George III

“Charles Ryder, the successful dilettante, the antiquarian, the Bohemian poseur, is finally woven into what is a true culture. Brideshead is his home, not because he grew up there (he did not), but because it has placed him, as if he were a stone, in an ancient edifice of meaning. He is in communion with the Crusaders who fought at Acre, now in ruins, and Jerusalem, also in ruins. He is in communion with the friend of his youth, the alcoholic Sebastian, now an exile, a pilgrim, and a man with a home, half in and half out of a community of monks in North Africa, where one morning, as his sister Cordelia foretells, “after one of his drinking bouts, he’ll be picked up at the gate dying, and show by a mere flicker of the eyelid that he is conscious when they give him the last sacraments. It’s not such a bad way of getting through one’s life.”12 It beats secular exhaustion and a shot of morphine. This being home is not a sentiment. It is a felt reality, and from this day on it gives form to Charles’s life. “You’re looking unusually cheerful today,” a soldier tells him in the last line of the book.”
― Anthony Esolen, Nostalgia: Going Home in a Homeless World

“We pray for the conversion of our enemies, but it is also legitimate that we pray for the destruction of those who violently oppose the kingdom of Christ. In this way it is appropriate for God’s people today to use the psalms of imprecation, not for personal revenge, but as part of our prayer for the establishment of the cause of Christ.”
― Sean McGowan, Psalms that Curse: A Brief Primer

“Employing the engine of compulsory and universal education, we have turned the school into a factory for the production and propagation of political opinion, uniform and relentless. If you cannot persuade the parents, you can stamp the children, as you would stamp molten wax with the same seal, hundreds at a time.”
― Anthony Esolen, Nostalgia: Going Home in a Homeless World