Saturday, May 25, 2019
Saturday commute clxx: Remembered sentences
I can give no adequate account of
the subtle poetry of such reminis-
censes; it depends upon associations
of which we have often lost the thread.
Such is the colour of the interior glow
of clubs in Pall Mall, which I positive-
ly like best when the fog loiters upon
their monumental staircases.
Henry James
Essays in London
The Anticipation
of Christmas
John Julius Norwich
An English Christmas
John Murray, 2017©
Thursday, May 23, 2019
Trying out for gargoyle the next time
With our primitive and sub-rudimentary
data connections in the regressive Vir-
ginian countryside, if we have begun to
see the smart and witty restoration pro-
posals of the moment's architects for
the rooftops and parapets of Notre Dame,
then we know we can trust our reader to
be able to lead this discussion, should
we somehow tumble from that peak of nau-
sea to which they all have floated us,
and be lucky, as if as a gargoyle, all
we should dispense from here were tears.
The other day, a considerate genius of
our acquaintance wrote in from that city
of angels on the further coast, to relay
Notre Dame has acquired through her many
centuries of witness to the follies of
the building trades, not least upon her
own elevations. I pass it along, hopeful
that the vigor of its perceptions, if not
their virtue, might serve as a kind of e-
metic buttress of humility in the face
of the heroically self-referential rap-
tures of our contractor-exhibitionists.
Paul Berman
The Tears of Quasimodo
Victor Hugo and the
Ideals of Progress
Tablet
April 24, 2019©
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
This was supposed to be Beto
I'm reminded of the late playwright,
breakfast table habit of scanning
the obituaries - did they die at an
age less than his, did they go on
to actuarial heights he was doomed
not to reach?
and we're always told that those
who persisted to a great age did so
with grace and style and full of en-
ergy, still climbing mountains at
eighty-three, conducting symphonies
at ninety-one -- I think, what right
did they have? who decides these
things?
Patently, this is the shirt our in-
tended Texan was destined to fill,
and (barring good health among his
rivals) may still do. But now it's
been absconded with, by another ver-
sion of the bright young thing, of
a more multi-faceted stamp. Flat-
footed, the 2-term mayor of South
Bend is not, in zigging and zagging
his compromises with the hardest-
hearted in the Resistance, and the
technicians of political necessity.
The phrase, "real man," has not been
deployed yet, quite probably for fear
of wasting it until the exquisite is-
sue of the ballot box is upon us. It
will be. Still, the mayor is filling
in the shirt awfully fast, and one
can almost see what right he has,
and who decides these things.
Simon Gray
Faber and Faber
2008©
Friday, May 17, 2019
Suppose it were Friday clxxii: Au hasard, Democrats
Followers of the cinema of Robert Bresson,
whom Google's spellmarm demands that we
write, Breton, will recognize that the
beast on the Left is not a horse, and
hasn't the stature of glamor, or of many
other properties we'd associate with a
chevalier such as this. Balthasar suffers,
as Bresson's protagonist, and there is a
distribution of shame in his story which
builds with his recurring exposure to the
abuse which causes it; hence, Au hasard,
Balthasar. An unfortunate memory for a
Friday, but give us a day when bestial
cruelty seems acceptable and we'll have
a Presidency which has adopted it as its
frame of reference. Now, for Balthasar,
Democrats are summoned to be blamed, and
disturbingly quite freely by themselves.
The question is posed, of what sort of
guardian this chevalier is of the trust
in his hands. This is a defunct question,
where trust is as maldistributed as shame.
Rather, we freely concede, bestial cruelty
has achieved that, working a dual maldis-
tribution. The question for Democrats
is how to protect Balthasar in the midst
of widespread jubilation with his torment.
It is not whether to pretend that shame
can be of help, that remedial powers can
command good effect beyond their reach,
that frustration - stoutly proclaimed -
can turn Rome from the pleasures of the
Coliseum, the seat of all politics now.
Is it passivity that Mike Pence urges
his Christians to renounce, or shame?
The question is not, how futile a Dem-
ocrat can be blackmailed into being.
What can sustain him like shame, there-
fore what can substitute for sentimental
follies of rectitude? Can his endurance
answer for it, without his martyrdom?
Can trust defend itself the same way?
Mike Pence begs for it to be "easy" to
be Christian again, as if it ever were.
This the Donkey in Bresson never asked.
Robert Bresson
1966
Tony Pipolo
Robert Bresson
A Passion for Film
Oxford University Press, 2010©
Wednesday, May 15, 2019
Origins of Wednesday xcv: The centre holds
We have an outsize responsibility
to regulate the excesses of tech-
nology precisely because they are
Aaron Peskin
Board of Supervisors
San Francisco
2019
1919
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
Monday, May 13, 2019
Monday's American guest
The President of the United States
is hosting Viktor Mihály Orbán at
the White House this Monday, and
the press corps is alerted to be
on time and circumspect in manner,
for the principals to display the
authority of their nature, with
Sunday, May 12, 2019
Sunday nibbled sleeve ix: Whither Corinthians?
Gérard, reflecting on where it had
probably all gone wrong in the na-
tions most populated by monuments
to St Paul, from Brexit to border
walls, found it almost irresistib-
le to credit the New English Bible
as the fulcrum of that great slide
into anomie which had made worship
seem like a delivery van of Trump.
Painfully familiar as he knew it
to be, the reflection had in com-
mon with all pain an acute sense
of originality, not an authorship
he particularly cherished. Rather,
he cared more for discovering its
presence in others, by which he
could confidently recognize them
as tightrope walkers out of Deso-
lation Row or The Waste Land, or
any line from any Nancy Mitford,
whom her lifelong friend, John
Julius Norwich, found thriving,
centuries before her birth -
It is - or was, before the appearance
of the New English Bible - refreshing
to note that St Paul, though he usual-
ly spoke with the tongues of men and
of angels, occasionally approximated
more to the language of Nancy Mitford:
How shall not the ministration of the spirit be rather glorious?
2 Corinthians 3:8
"In England," she had said, "you
don't need to be well-dressed. It
would be thought quite eccentric."
What has become of the KJV's anti-
cipatorily Mitfordian styling of a
recurring lynchpin of belief, is
evangelism's resistance ostensibly
to fashion, though its nemesis is
taste. What's a Corinthian to do?
Gérard knows better than to regret
the passings of fashions, any more
than Mitford ever esteemed them in
the first place. But in aggravated
assault upon taste, and its natural
sibling, wit, he does discern an
impeachable motivation, sufficient
to summon the ministration of the
spirit of the language. He could
not be dressed in anything better.
John Julius Norwich
Christmas Crackers
Being ten common-
place selections,
1970 - 1979
Allen Lane/Penguin
1980©
Nancy Mitford
A Talent to Annoy
Essays, Journalism
and Reviews,
1929 - 1968
Charlotte Mosley
editor
1986
Hodder & Stoughton
1996©
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