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The Vigilant Gargoyle

She serves in humble obscurity, high above the throngs who rarely see her because they are too busy to look up, and they don't like what she looks like, and what she reminds them of...Her teats hang flat and shriveled, drained by her fledglings, none of whom she has the power to save, all of whom she prays will come to roost higher than she upon the parapets of Truth...she sits, and reflects, and does her best to guard Good from Evil. She waits and thinks and watches...

Monday, November 4, 2013

Exactly, Sir---Exactly.

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son,
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
How happy then were my ensuing death!

---Richard II by William Shakespeare.
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I'm a Catholic. That defines all else that I am. It is my heritage, my cross and my joy. It drives and colours all that I think, say and do. I didn't get this way by any logical procession, but miraculously and through God's overwhelming Mercy and Grace. It has been far easier for me than for most people---I think because I had less to work with and He is merciful. Sometimes the sheer Glory of it all presses down upon me so that I can hardly breathe... In addition, I am a wife, a mother a Texan and a faithful child of the Confederate States of America. I am a descendant of Chivalry and a denizen of Christendom. In short, I do not live in your "real world". But in the words of Puddleglum, my playworld "licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play-world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia...."
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