Friday, June 26, 2015
Somebody asked, if I'd "saved a bottle for this"
An amiable expectation in my
friend's inquiry is not to be
rejected for its shallowness,
which after all is the plane
of convenience on which most
of the people I've known dis-
pose of, say, winning Amer-
ica's Cup or beating Harvard.
I'm not dining at all, this
evening, for what could one
"order" to observe a water-
shed like this, which could
never hope to discover par-
ity in consumption? Justice
Kennedy, himself, remarked
on behalf of the Court, how
injustice sometimes isn't
seen in its own time*; I
am certainly astounded to
observe the truth of that,
in the profound sense of a
weight being lifted that I
only dimly sensed, myself.
This is a day to be consec-
rated to the immensity of
being alive and aware of it
in one's own time. St Émil-
ion would be the first to
understand. My feasts have
been generous, memorable.
Now I have the vantage of
an altered state, and not
merely my own, yet even
mine as well**.
Obergefell v. Hodges
June 26, 2015
* Cf., Origins of Wednesday xvii
June 24, 2015
** Cf., The leaf
June 25, 2015
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"The ultimate resort of taste is peace"
ReplyDeleteIt is always a nuisance to have one's words quoted back to one, as much when the academic year is over, as when, at its high tide, the need to beat Harvard is thrust upon us. But yes, in Summer, I'll agree with you/me/it. Enjoy the season.
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