And of course, our film would open with Old Waugh – broken-hearted over Vatican II, full of loathing for Modernity, hiding in his country house, using an ear trumpet, and raging at the fallen world. Played, naturally, by Jim Broadbent.
And of course, our film would open with Old Waugh – broken-hearted over Vatican II, full of loathing for Modernity, hiding in his country house, using an ear trumpet, and raging at the fallen world. Played, naturally, by Jim Broadbent.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
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Walker Percy
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Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
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All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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They are freakishly like. Any chance of a blood kinship?
Then again, when Englishmen reach a certain age they all start to look like that. My dad has a little more hair, but fits the bill.
People are sick, and so it’s ok to be silly, but it doesn’t need to be about me. Although I’d heard of him when I was a child, but don’t think I ever read him.
Evelyn Waugh
Saw the modern world and said, ‘Pshaw!’
He could not bring himself to bear it
Without claret.
Why can’t I be like him??? Why can’t I just be drunk all the time? I won’t allow it. But I want to allow it.
Well, there’s the prayer, ‘Sanguinis Christi, inebria me’. Good enough for Ignatius of Loyola, if not perhaps for Mr Waugh.
There once was a fellow called Evelyn
Who, after divorcing She-Evelyn,
Found a fortress and home
In the Old Church of Rome
Till aggiornamento allowed evil in.
Perhaps your finest hour.
I might as well quit commenting now. My work is finished.