Nihilism: The Root of the Revolution of the Modern Age, by Eugene (Father Seraphim) Rose. A fundamental account of the world we see around us. After Strange Gods: A Primer of Modern Heresy, by T. S. Eliot. Americanism and the Collapse of the Church in the United States, by John R....
Eve loved her father, she really did. Darrel Hollis was a good ol’ boy from Alabama with an even-keeled temper and a gentle smile. He was also oblivious. Retired now, he rose at dawn, watched television or read, then went back to bed after dinner. The most unexpected thing he had ...
Oh, God my Father and Lord of all goodness, who didst create all things by Thy word, and who didst prepare man in thy wisdom to rule over all creatures that were made by Thee, that he should rule over the world with holiness and righteousness, and judge with an upright heart. Give ...
We acknowledged girls with fathers in infantry regiments, but felt only pity for children with parents in corps, so that Caroline, who lived in the largest house in the street because her father was a brigadier, was somewhat patronised by we children, because her father was ‘only’ in th...
Sarina Dorie, “The Visitations of Seraphim by Biblical Scholar Father Anthony Maguire” L. Timmel Duchamp, “The Forbidden Words of Margaret A.” A. T. Greenblatt, “Five Meters Ahead, Two Centuries Away” Claudine Griggs, “The Cold Waters of Europa” ...
Herman’s father writes his own father hopefully, “the alarm of Fever has suspended the little Business doing, but I hope with the blessing of GOD, confidence will soon return & Business revive again….” Day by day, fragment by fragment, Leyda builds Melville’s world, spreading wider ...
Unfortunately, when I’d found my seat, stowed my bag, and buckled my seat, I opened up my copy only to be confronted by: “The Death of My Father.” Less than ten pages into the book, and there I was standing beside Paustovsky at his father’s funeral: “The river went on roar...
I grew up with my father reading the Chronicles of Narnia to my brother Matthew and me as bedtime stories. My Mom would come in and see a nodding-off father trying to read, and two little boys on his lap listening alertly. For those of us who grew up in C.S. Lewis's shadow, he...