I am in here.
The chapel, now that I try to remember it, always smelled faintly of incense, though I don’t remember any incense ever having been burned there. Perhaps it emanated from the priest’s dressing room, off to the right by the altar. That room, with a curtain (faded green, like on the cushions of the chairs, and … Continue reading The chapel
My grandfather wanted his own private fiefdom out on the great spread of farmland that he had acquired. To that end (and to many other ends, I suppose), he built and had consecrated his own little chapel, connected to his house by a covered walkway. Stone. Carved woodwork on the small pews. Three windows with … Continue reading The chapel
A friendly insomniac tells us that the Dutch government is trying to lay down some proper rules…. An Insomniac: Pro-drugs, pro-prostitution, pro-euthanasia, but anti-burka The Dutch government, currently dominated by a right-leaning coalition, is looking to criminalise face coverings in order to outlaw the wearing of the Muslim burka. Nice to see it’s not just … Continue reading Good news out of Europe
So I’m just sitting here, of a Sunday afternoon, when my son, Peter, wanders into the room, book (about Quentin Tarantino and his films) in hand, and asks me what “juxtaposition” means. It’s a sort of comparison, I say. Peter: This is about the ear-cutting scene… [He wishes further enlightenment, my son does.] Me: Like … Continue reading A mother converses with her child…
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