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The empty crib
It was on the lawn in front of the Silverstream Manse that I lost my faith in the unimpeachable excellence of cleanliness. Cleanliness is a good thing; but, like most good things, it can be overdone. We were lounging under the shade of a giant elm—Sidwell, Clive Hislop, John Broadbanks and I. We had survived, without much trouble, the tedium of a committee meeting, for, on this occasion, the dreariness of resolutions and amendments had
The minor minor prophets
It was the deliberate opinion of Charley Bates, the pickpocket, that Bill Sikes' dog was 'an out-and-out Christian.' 'He wouldn't so much as bark in a witness-box for fear of committing himself; no, not if you tied him up in one, and left him there without vittles for a fortnight,' added the Artful Dodger. 'He's an out-and-out Christian,' said Charley. I do not quite understand why I have begun this chapter with Bill Sikes' dog.
On discussion in the blogosphere
I had intended to post the next selection from the writings of F. W. Boreham today, but I've pushed it back to tomorrow because of how last week's discussions here at InFocus (see here and here) and Jeremy's post yesterday have raised the issue of online discussion. I think there is value in taking some time to think this through again here. My goal in today's post is twofold. First, I want to explain some
Heart matters
When I purchased my last car (a Mazda 6) there was a tense battle between my head and my heart. My heart wanted the luxury model with leather seats, sunroof, and Bose sound system. My head said the mid-range classic version was better economic value. In the end, my head won. The 6 is a great looking car and a pleasure to drive. However, every time I pull up to the lights next to a