I haven’t any right to criticise books, and I don’t do it except when I hate them. I often want to criticise Jane Austen, but her books madden me so that I can’t conceal my frenzy from the reader; and therefore I have to stop every time I begin. Everytime I read ‘Pride and Prejudice’ I want to dig her up and beat her over the skull with her own shin-bone.Mark Twain, referring to Jane Austen in an 1898 letter to Joseph Twichell (via )
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Yeah, okay, it’s Jónsi. I can’t decide whether I like him or not, either. But just do yourself a favor and watch the drummer. Oh man, is that incredible or what?
Eric Gill hand-painted the headboard of this train. He’s the unconventionally-dressed one on the left (but you probably already knew that.)
My church’s original (?) sign from the late 50s. Beautiful. (Thanks to my buddy Skelts for sharing.)
In holy contemplation,William Cowper’s hymn “Sometimes a light surprises”. I’m utterly fascinated by Cowper’s life and work, but I’m really only familiar with “There is a fountain filled with blood”. He wrote a bunch of other good hymns, too, most of which are tinged with a signature kind of hopeful melancholy.
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God’s salvation,
And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
E’en let th’ unknown tomorrow
Bring with it what it may.