tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22090374557870045272024-03-16T14:51:05.924-04:00The Green Dragon And Ivy Bushabove all shadows rides the sunMaura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-16974950642387423552023-07-20T12:53:00.004-04:002023-07-20T13:08:03.937-04:00Stories from Ireland 1<p> Maura: So you were in this house? </p><p> Da; So yes, and Bridie used to be on, she was about this old couple that lived near--I never knew the people at all--but she was trying to tell me who they were, and at the time she says they'd go to Mass and that time, you know, you'd hear a pin drop in Mass; there'd be no talking, or shuffling, or anything, and she says the husband and wife she says, when the husband would sneeze (they always had colds she said) when the husband would sneeze, he'd always go "Aaa aaa aa a SHKITTER!" like shkitter, right? and when the wife would sneeze, she'd go "Aaa aaa aaa ARSHOLES!" </p><p>Maura: Whaaaat? </p><p>Da: (imitates sneeze again) AAAARSHOLES!</p><p>Ma: Ahhhh now who told you that! </p><p>Da: ah, Bridie Gilroy was telling me about this couple</p><p>Ma: But who were the couple?</p><p>Da: Ah, I don't know who they were. </p><p>Ma she probably made it up!</p><p>Da: Well, she was telling me about them, and 'twas funny, because you see, she'd be telling this story, and she'd be adding on oul bits and pieces, and she'd be great for the dramaticising something you know? </p><p>Maura: You mean dramatisng?</p><p>Da: Did i say dramatisicing? </p><p>Maura: Yeah, you did.</p><p>Da: Is that the wrong way?</p><p>Maura: Yes, it is. </p><p>Da: Dramatising...you know, when we were young; I remember now: we used to have 2 dogs on the mantlepiece; there was one dog looking left, and one looking right. </p><p>Maura: Oh, like these ones? Kinda like this? </p><p>Da: Yes. </p><p>Maura: Those are very valuable nowadays.</p><p>Da: I think they were beagle dogs. </p><p>Maura: Really? </p><p>Da: I was just looking at at Billy now as he looked in at me, and I thought, is that what we had on the mantelpiece? We had those on the mantelpiece, one on each side.</p><p>Maura: With the ears like that? Agnes used to have those too. </p><p>Da: Yeah, they were like made out of chalk-</p><p>Maura: China! </p><p>Da: China? Well, something breakable. And everything disappeared out of that house. There was a lot of stuff in that house that was valuable. My father--people used to come in and swindle it, I guess. But, ah, yeah, funny stories. But I used to laugh so much with Bridie, she was very very funny, Ah. she loved telling stories. She'd spend the whole friggin' night there telling you stories, and yarns, and oh, God be good to her. </p><p>Ma to the dog: Come on, up ye get! </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-73006655126691461412019-11-04T13:56:00.001-05:002019-11-04T13:56:10.903-05:00Finding A Sock On An Autumn Evening<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<br />Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-88420367638470262442019-03-17T18:32:00.000-04:002019-03-17T18:32:21.617-04:00The Seamless Garment<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;">
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Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-71044578091338289312018-12-01T13:25:00.000-05:002018-12-01T13:25:26.906-05:00Brideshead Revisited: Charles Ryder's Journey To Faith <img alt="Image result for brideshead revisited poster" height="640" src="https://img.moviepostershop.com/brideshead-revisited-movie-poster-1981-1020187276.jpg" width="424" /><br />
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<br /><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">There is much to talk of in Brideshead Revisited, but I will focus on one thing: the journey of Charles Ryder to the faith and what led him there. <br /><br /> Charles is brought to Catholicism by the beauty of the things he loved before he found belief, much like the progression of love posited by Socrates in Plato’s Symposium. In the Symposium, Socrates reflects on the teachings of the priestess Diotima, and how love for temporal things can act as a ladder to the love and contemplation of the ideal form of beauty, which as we understand it is God Himself. <br /><br /> In the very beginning of his college years Charles is taken with the materialistic charm of this world. He is given “advice” by his father and Cousin Jasper. Mr. Ryder senior is a rather stuffy old man who counts as the sum of glory success in academic life. Cousin Jasper is very much what Charles’ father would like his own son to become. He is in all the right academic clubs, knows the best lecturers, and is familiar with the things one needs to know in order to get ahead at Oxford. Charles, however, feels that this is not all which Oxford has to offer, but he is still under the influence of his father and Jasper. This tawdry life is flung to the wayside when Charles experiences the charm of Sebastian Flyte. <br /><br /> Sebastian is like a ray of the sun shining into Charles’ grey life, and Charles eagerly steps out of the shadows, for he was “in search of love in those days, and...full of...the faint, unrecognised apprehension that here, at last, [he] should find that low door in the wall that others had found before him, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.” Here marks the birthof wonder and grace in Charles’s life; he has entered Eden, that Arcadian paradise. He sees with Sebastian for the first time faith in action; the pair go to Brideshead and visit Nanny Hawkins, holding her worn Rosary and shut in her little domed room decorated around with religious imagery, most notably a picture of the Sacred Heart. They also visit the chapel and Charles dips his fingers into the font and genuflects, following the example of Sebastian. <br /><br /> From this point on Charles’ existence is richer; “his room had cast off its winter garments, and, not by very slow stages assumed a richer wardrobe.” He experiences a bright and youthful kind of innocence. It is not only the externals that have changed; Charles continues at Oxford, studies for (and passes) his exams; he reads many books but says, “I remember no syllable of them now, but the other, more ancient lore which I acquired that term will be with me in one shape or another to my last hour.” What Charles has acquired through Sebastian’s company is the ability to see beauty; this is most obviously seen when the two are at the Brideshead estate and Charles, at Sebastian’s suggestion, makes a sketch of the Italian fountain. He has always been interested in art, but has never crossed from interest to creation. With the urging of Sebastian he does so, and recalls, “For me the beauty was new-found.” As he sketches the fountain Charles remembers feeling “a whole new system of nerves alive within me, as though the water that spurted and bubbled among its stones was indeed a life-giving spring.” This puts us in mind of the Vidi Aquam antiphon sung after Easter; “I saw water flowing from the right side of the temple, and all who came to it were saved.” Charles comes to the water flowing in the Brideshead fountain, but he also encounters the holy water in the chapel. Here also begins Charles’ artistic career, which flourishes first at Brideshead and then beyond. Sebastian has introduced Charles to beauty, and the appreciation of natural beauty is a rung of the ladder to the contemplation of God. <br /><br /> In regards to Julia it is more simple to see how love, especially physical love, can be a stepping stone towards the divine. When we look at something beautiful we want to possess it; we want to be as closely united to it as possible. The closest way to be united to someone, at least on earth, is by physical love. Charles and Julia start such a physical relationship; both are unhappily married and they decide to divorce their respective spouses and marry one another. <br /><br /> Julia sees their relationship as a precursor to something greater; she muses that she and Charles were thrown together because they are “part of a plan”. She also mentions that she feels “as though all mankind, and God, too, [are] in a conspiracy against [them].” A touch of this is felt when they are dining at Brideshead with Bridey, who says that he will not bring his new fiancee to meet them there as they are living in sin. This distresses Julia very much. She apologises for her distraught behaviour later, saying to Charles: “I can’t explain.” She seems to have been struck by her sin, astounded by it; her wrongdoing is shameful to her now, and she seeks to cast it off. <br /><br /> Sebastian is a forerunner to Charles’ love of Julia; he tells her candidly, “he was the forerunner.” Julia replies “perhaps I am only a forerunner too.” Such prophetic words! I think Julia knows. Charles falls into a reverie, and thinks: “perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols…[and we] snatch a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.” Cordelia tells Charles about Sebastian, who is now become a porter in a monastery on the Mediterranean. Charles, thinking of those days in Eden beside “the youth with the teddy-bear under the flowering chestnuts” does not understand how Sebastian would turn so towards God. Later, at night, Charles wakes up and contemplates his lack of understanding; he thinks: “How often, it seemed to me, I was brought up short, like a horse in full stride suddenly refusing an obstacle...too shy even to put his nose at it and look at the thing.” Another image comes to his mind; a warm little cabin with snow heaping up against the door, “until quite soon when the wind dropped and the sun came out...the thaw...would move, slide, and tumble...and the little lighted place would open and splinter and disappear, rolling with the avalanche into the ravine.” He is beginning to doubt his icy heart, frozen fast against God; the sun cannot be resisted for long. Understanding will come. <br /><br /> This little entrance of doubt into Charles’ resolve opens the door to a different garden; Lord Marchmain comes home to die, and Brideshead becomes Gethsemane. Lord Marchmain says so himself, asking: “Cordelia, will you watch for an hour in this Gethsemane?” His words pitifully evoke those of Christ, begging His disciples to watch with Him. Bridey decides that a priest must be called; Charles is struggling against it, “it’s all tomfoolery, witchcraft, hypocrisy, mumbo-jumbo.” Julia is enraged; “What’s it got to do with you or me whether my father sees his parish priest?” Charles can make no response, he feels that “the fate of more souls than one [is] at issue; that the snow [is] beginning to shift on the high slopes.” The ice of Charles’ unbelief is melting, and he knows this and is afraid. He is beginning to understand. <br /><br /> And finally, Father Mackay comes. Charles is irate, in that fearful way a child is when he knows he has told a lie and has been caught at it. There is a “wall of fire” between Charles and Julia, and she takes the priest in to her father. As Father Mackay absolves the dying man and Charles sees the sign of the Cross being made, he drops to his knees, praying: “Oh God, if there is a God, forgive him his sins, if there is such a thing as sin.”, and Lord Marchmain sighs and his eyelids flicker. Charles prays then for a sign that the old man accepts the blessing; “So small a thing to ask.” And slowly, Lord Marchmain makes the sign of the Cross. “And then,” says Charles, “then I knew that the sign I had asked for was not a little thing...and a phrase came back to me...of the veil of the temple being rent from top to bottom.” <br /><br /> Outside the sickroom a few minutes later the priest says cheerfully to Charles: “That was a beautiful thing to see...the devil resists to the last moment and then the Grace of God is too much for him.” And then, later that day, Julia and Charles say goodbye forever. Julia grieves: “Now we shall be alone, and I shall have no way of making you understand.” Charles replies: “I don’t want to make it easier for you; I hope your heart may break, but I do understand.” The avalanche was down, the hillside swept bare behind it; the last echoes died on the white slopes; the new mound glittered and lay still in the silent valley.” The sun has melted the ice, and Charles’ heart is cleansed, whiter than the driven snow. <br /><br /> Years later, during the war, Charles returns to Brideshead, which is now a temporary military encampment. The old house is changed by the war; the great rooms are rather bare, the family is gone, all scattered far and wide. “The place is desolate, and all the work brought to nothing; quomodo sedet sola civitas.” The only one remaining is Nanny Hawkins, in her little tabernacle of a room up beneath the dome. But the chapel remains pristine; it has been reconsecrated, and Charles prays, “an ancient, newly-learned form of words.” As he makes his way back to his soldiers he ponders what has been brought about by the builders of the old house: “Something quite remote has come out of their work;...a small red flame-a beaten-copper lamp of deplorable design relit before the beaten-copper doors of a tabernacle; the flame which the old knights saw from their tombs, which they saw put out; that flame burns again for other soldiers, far from home, farther in heart than Acre or Jerusalem. It could not have been lit but for the builders and tragedians, and there I found it this morning, burning anew among the old stones.” </span>Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-90270379810822926812018-08-02T20:04:00.000-04:002018-08-02T20:04:50.657-04:00Cardinal McCarrick<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the past, popes have been firm and vocal in their support of doctrine. They have publicly spoken out, with unambiguous language, against the evils attacking the Church. They have condemned sin and lauded virtue. Why has this become unusual? Why are we now used to the Pope and other church leaders and representatives presenting a lukewarm view with no convictions, full of wishy-washy sentiments such as “born this way”, “the Church must change with the times”, etc? When did things get this bad? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> It was a little more than just meet the Pope, actually. There is an old tradition that if you present the Holy Father with a zucchetto (the white skullcap he wears) he will either give you his, or put your one on his head and hand it back. Either way, you now have a zucchetto worn by the Pope! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> First, I had to buy a zucchetto. It has to be pure white silk, definitely not polyester. I scoured the internet back home, searching New York City for a clerical shop selling such an item, but to no avail. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> So one day quite early in the semester (just two days after Ash Wednesday, to be exact) after morning Confession and Mass at St. Peter’s Basilica, and just after class for the day was done I set out with a good amount of money and a friend to purchase a white silk zucchetto. However, it seemed that we were not meant to get even so far as across the Tiber River; the tram stopped running, we were all ordered off, and it would be a very long walk to Piazza Venezia. We decided to visit a few churches and get some gelato. I gave up my venture for that day. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> As we stood despondently in the sun, enjoying the sweet creamy gelato from del Viale, I saw something approaching us. Tram 8 was running again! We ran towards it, hopped on, and soon were at the Vittorio Emanuele. It was not difficult to get to Gammarelli's but we did make a few wrong turns thanks to my abysmal sense of direction; however, we eventually spotted the storefront with a white zucchetto gleaming softly in the centre of the window display. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I walked up to the door and entered the shop; my goodness, it was fancy! Bolts of richly coloured fabrics covered the walls, ornate chalices shone scintillatingly from shadowy corners, filigreed pectoral crosses could be seen in a glass case towards the back, a headless mannequin was vested in alb, cincture, amice, and the most beautiful chasuble I have ever seen. Priests and seminarians looked at me with raised eyebrows; I was the only woman there and the only lay person present besides the shopkeepers. As I took all of this in, an attendant materialised at my elbow and asked what I was looking for. “I would like a white zucchetto, please,” I replied hesitantly, “for the Holy Father.” The clerk did not bat an eyelid. He bowed, opened a narrow drawer, and carefully lifted out a white cap. He swathed it in delicate tissue and placed it in a heavy white silk box, and put the box into a large bag. I paid and left the shop with a quickly beating heart, a light wallet, and a quest accomplished. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> As the rain cleared and blue skies appeared, my mood lightened and I began to look about me for a better spot. I noticed that the couple in the row behind me had barrier seats, and a lot of room too. Holding the zucchetto in my hand and giving my most winning smile, I politely asked if I might stand with them by the barrier as the Pope passed by. The man did not crack a smile. “Well actually, I'm gonna be standing there to take pictures,” he said complacently, holding up a little tourist camera. I was annoyed but quite equal to the situation. “Well, I have something for the Pope!” I retorted, and I brandished the zucchetto in his face. I don't think he even knew what it was as he appeared nonplussed and turned away without granting me a share in the barrier. “It would be in your best interests to let me stand there,” I thought sarcastically as I turned away, “providing the Pope sees me and stops you would get the best picture of your life. All your pals back home/Facebook friends would love it!” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">-Gammarelli’s: Via di Santa Chiara 34-00186 Roma (near the Pantheon) </span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">-Fotografie: Servizio Fotografico Vaticano: </span><a href="http://www.photovat.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">www.photovat.com</span></a><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (this is where you can find and purchase pictures from Papal events. You can also have a friend with you, like I did, and they can take phenomenal pictures too!) </span></div>
</span>Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-87243401689264857042018-06-18T11:18:00.000-04:002018-06-18T11:18:46.950-04:00Leaving Rome: A New Beginning<img aria-label="Photo - Landscape - Feb 22, 2018, 3:32:50 PM" class="SzDcob" height="222" jsname="uLHQEd" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/CDEeO6QF__LTInNwVUXuW5RhUJ78OwuhCXjxzmkns1qtCRqaN6hizCkOoQQvNPyZ2qICUcrOiqVhUKlbJi-CqEcijgV2_PMaObW7bNW2NXcAKeVSWIjhcsOHYUJzDYGAqDYkBs3d6Qk-p3G1uNWf4DyJBkRfAJ9k5JAtpo44ftKKH-2GDb2qVvNT9HYGblpTLZYVuUmpyWTplyx5nDO255ZvUSXhD5WkCe2gAZNjoy9BiPGRTgUxdygGR1gY1t2tLoWAIunHUzjjf0SOcS8XkQIArz-U5y-7d0we0SBPQCKPBUKya8mvyTIiMLfiucxjZknOefjkS6VDTYXBCO8c2n2J796_ZXx2D2l-ZaJuxDWLs9Rmw_CPEGMi0klYYB5P2NwaYCyMy5aoX2rkKu7l8pifzfEITXKly7AmItx4xkbl9bxY-8Jaevxf8dq5y8ASICv7I4PCVAe99MPb8nMLL1bephZf0B7tKugExtGpx-r7YYJBB8FI4uDs2e7YhULSjLQvP5081WYQ2VOms9nkHbh0ZE_GQQubINFHSrehoyV5YFiyttfoUKwgkfeyMtv3m05jvAUBNlxRBp7LcjMvuN70GFPE3GJ2_LOhE8f5xXeo7r8NTyNQE0iBt3bccn2lmaFt8SBRxpmi1bJTtvrXyKuaBtQKMYPfQA=w1280-h720-no" style="transform: translate3d(0px, 0px, 0px) rotate(0deg);" width="400" /><br />
<br /><br />The last week of Lent is an eventful one; there is the celebration and bustle of Palm Sunday, and then there is the solemn quietness of Holy Thursday through Holy Saturday. <br /><br /> At the beginning of Holy Week I had almost forgotten that our time in Rome was nearly at an end, but as the Triduum drew near I remembered it more and more with each passing day. In another week we would all be off home, or away on new adventures traveling around Europe. The togetherness we had all shared during the past weeks in the Eternal City would be gone, and while we were sure of seeing one another back at school, it would not be quite the same. <br /><br /> The thought of returning home is bittersweet. It is always a joy to return to the familiar things that one is used to, but on the other hand leaving Rome is something that for many of us will not be easy. What will home be like after having lived in the heart of the Church for so long? What will it be like to walk down a street without seeing a myriad of churches, or without catching a glimpse of some tantalising dome in the distance? What will it be like not to awaken early in the morning and hear Mass at St. Peter's Basilica? <br /><br /> Going home will be like starting afresh; you will wander about in a daze as you are reunited with your favourite old haunts. You will become aware of things that you never really noticed; the colour of that wall in the sun, the way that branch has always hung over the path. Yes, home and family will be sweet, but there will always be a slight shadow of what has been left behind. <br /><br /> In the joyous Easter season, as we celebrate Christ risen from the dead, we must also be joyous about returning from Rome, the city that has given us so much. After all, the time after Easter is one of rejoicing and giving thanks. I will rejoice at my return home and I will give thanks for the time here in Rome, but part of me will always look forward to another new beginning in the Eternal City. <br />Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-79642217731116932282018-05-19T19:47:00.000-04:002018-05-19T19:47:10.810-04:00<span id="docs-internal-guid-fb4f8dec-7ac4-a773-f7d6-74d2567b2a6e"><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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</span>Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-4399239631803537112018-05-18T15:14:00.000-04:002018-05-18T15:14:24.152-04:00Una Vita Non e Basta: How To Get The Most Out Of Your Time In The Eternal City<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 144pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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Rome is not a terribly big city, but it contains a staggering amount of history, great architecture, magnificent churches, etc. Needless to say this can be extremely overwhelming, especially if you are only there for a few days. Here is a list of things you should know about Rome, including:<br />
<br />Transportation <br /><br />Money <br /><br />Food <br /><br />Places to visit <br /><br />Things I wish I’d known about Rome before going <br /><br /><br /><br /> <b><span style="font-size: large;">Transportation</span></b><br /><br /><br /> The transportation system (Roma ATAC) in Rome is actually very good. They have trams, buses, and a metro system. There are taxis but I never used one of those; however, I have heard that they are not wildly expensive. You will probably be using the system a lot if you are there independently without a tour and a bus, so depending on how long you are in Rome I would recommend the 7 day unlimited ticket which is 24 euro or the month long card which is 35 euro (card is 5 euro and filling it is 30 and it is 30 for each month after that). This allows you to travel as much as you want for 7 days/30 days WITHIN the walls of Rome. If you are taking the metro to/from Fiumicino International Airport you will have to purchase a different ticket for about 8 euro. If you are taking the bus to Ciampino Airport you technically have to purchase a ticket of 1.50 but I never actually bought the ticket. The conductors do not often check tickets, especially on the buses, but if you are found without a valid ticket you could be subject to a hefty fine of up to 800 euro. Better safe than sorry; buy the ticket. Bring comfortable walking shoes! Some days the tram/bus/train drivers go on strike; however, it is a very accommodating kind of strike; they run commuter buses in the early morning and evening so people can get to and from work. They usually announce the strike on the Roma ATAC website a few days before but sometimes they are random. <br /><br /> <b><span style="font-size: large;"> Money </span></b><br /><br /> Do not carry large amounts of cash as Rome is absolutely full of pickpockets. In fact, Vatican City has the highest crime rate in the world because of the pickpocket problem. There are plenty of ATMs around Rome, and they have English language options. If you want to be extra cool, find the ATM in Vatican City where the language options include Latin! Carry your wallet in a crossbody handbag if you’re a woman; gents are advised to carry theirs in an inner coat pocket or front jeans pocket, somewhere where they can feel it in contact with their body. Crowded buses/streets/lines are the places pickpockets target the most. I personally never had a problem with someone trying to take my things but some of my friends did. <br /><br /> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>Food </b></span><br /><br /> Food in Rome is often touristy and overpriced; however, authentic Italian cuisine can be found if you know where to look. Suppli Roma (just off Piazza di San Cosimato (side note: there is a farmer’s market in San Cosimato and they have great local fresh produce!)) in Trastevere was my favourite. They have SO many types of pizza; pizza with ham, pizza with grated potatoes, plain pizza, Margherita pizza, zucchini flower pizza, anchovy pizza...and they make it right there, you see your pizza come out of the oven and onto the counter! They also sell suppli, as per the name of the shop. Suppli are not Italian, they are ROMAN. It is a fried ball, the outside breaded, the inside rice and marinara sauce with a ball of mozzarella cheese in the middle. Other places sell them too but Suppli Roma has the biggest ones for the smallest price. They are great if you want a cheap lunch on the go. <br /> If you are returning from a night out on the town and everywhere is closed, try Istanbul 34 right next to Stazione Trastevere (Trastevere Train Station). They sell amazing kebabs for 4 euro; one of them lasts me two meals! They also hand you falafel as soon as you walk in the door. It is a great place apart from the fact that the proprietors are Muslims from Turkey and the younger guys may flirt with you and ask you back to Turkey to be their wife even if you have a man and they know that. But hey, then they give you free food! <br /> The Food Factory in Trastevere also sells very cheap food; maybe it is not the best, but it is extremely affordable, so if you are strapped for cash (hello, college students) you can definitely find some fresh homemade lasagna there, a full plate for 4 euro. <br /> There is also a pizzeria called Carlo Menta; I never actually got to go but it’s well known that they have really good pizza and it’s affordable. A good place for dinner with friends. <br /> For drinking and eating, The Abbey Theatre Irish Pub is definitely the best! They have excellent Guinness and student discounts on mixed drinks. They have a thing called Taco Tuesday where you get a plate of 3 tacos for 3 euro and you can get nachos for about 4. They have dinner food like burgers and they have sides like fries, mozzarella sticks, onion rings, etc. It is the best place to go for a date or something. Getting there: take Tram 8 to Piazza Venezia and walk straight down the Corso di Vittorio Emanuele, and you will see signs telling you when to turn. <br /> And finally, no visit to Rome would be complete without gelato! Del Viale Gelateria is THE BEST place for gelato ever. It cannot be topped. You have the option of either a cone or a cup in varying sizes and there is a multitude of flavours to choose from. It is all homemade and the little shop is decorated inside with pictures of Audrey Hepburn. Getting there: it is just before you cross the Tiber River, just across from Piazza Belli. <br /> Coffee: I was not really a coffee person before Rome. Jake was even less of a coffee person. But...there’s such a vibrant coffee culture in Italy, it’s almost impossible not to be sucked into it. The Thomas More kids all frequent a small, out of the way bar (coffee shop), on the Via di Affogalasino, Bar Indian e Squaw. Cappuccinos are very cheap there and extraordinarily good, even better if you ask for a cappuccino con Bailey’s! Another good bar is the Wine Bar right near the Vatican; you exit St. Peter’s facing down the Via Conciliazione and turn right, and soon you find the Wine Bar. They have a very good selection of cornetti (pastries) there. We always went there for breakfast with our seminarians from the Pontifical North American College after Friday morning Mass in St. Peter’s. <br /><br /> <b><span style="font-size: large;">Places to Visit </span></b><div>
<br /> You can read many lists of places you must see in Rome, but in fact many of the things most worth seeing are not going to be on any of those lists and vice versa. I had always heard about the grandeur and magnificence of the Coliseum and the Roman Forum, but when I went I was rather disappointed. The Coliseum is not like what you see in the movies any more; much of the central arena is buried, and the bleachers are crumbling hills of stone. Of course, it is beautiful, but I am glad I went on a free day and didn’t have to pay the hefty entrance fee. So, go to the Coliseum but you don’t need to go in; your visions of splendour will be shattered. From the outside it is far better. <br /> Definitely go to the four major basilicas: St. Peter’s, St. John Lateran, Saint Mary Major, and Saint Paul Outside The Walls. St. Peter’s is obviously in Vatican City, but St. John Lateran and St. Mary Major are also part of the Vatican as they enjoy extraterritorial membership of said country. <br /> I really cannot say enough about St. Peter’s except to reiterate that it is the most majestic, grand, and awe-inspiring structure I have ever seen in my life. I saw it for the very first time on a freezing cold morning in January; it was raining, and the cobblestones of the piazza were wet. The colonnade stood tall and majestic around the square, and in front of us the basilica itself glowed with an unearthly, heavenly light. No matter that it was 6am and I was shaking with cold. An eternity would not be enough to take in even the beauty and intricacy of the facade alone. Inside was equally splendid, perhaps even more so than the outside due to the colourful marble, the statues, the paintings, the intricate side chapels, etc. If you want to get a visual representation of the power and stability of Catholicism, look no further than St. Peter’s Basilica. It is, to me and a few others, the most beautiful and special place in the world. <br /> In the area of St. John Lateran are two other places; Santa Croce in Gerusalemme and the Pontificio Santuario della Scala Santa. Santa Croce was founded by St. Helen, mother of Constantine and finder of the True Cross, which resides in Santa Croce along with the Nails, Titulus, Crown, and the finger of Doubting Thomas. The Scala Santa, or the Holy Steps, were brought from Jerusalem and set up in Rome. They are the steps up which Christ walked up to the praetorium when He was sentenced to death. It may seem tedious, but there is a pilgrimage option: climbing the steps on the knees. In fact, this is the only way you are allowed on them. I highly recommend it. Do it. <br /> The Musei Vaticani (Vatican Museum) is also worthwhile. There is so much beautiful art, and the Capela Sixtina is in there too. Just plan to be there VERY early (I would advise 7 am) as the lines are extremely long and crowded museums are not fun. <br /> Basilica di Santa Maria in Trastevere and the piazza (Piazza di Santa Maria in Trastevere) are absolutely iconic. The church is the first church in Rome dedicated to Our Lady and it dates from the 300s. The flooring is original Cosmati and the mosaics in the apse are truly legendary. The piazza is the centre of traditional Roman nightlife; surrounded by bars, a gelateria, etc., it is rarely quiet. In the middle of the square there is an enormous fountain with steps to sit on. If you are grabbing lunch from somewhere local (hint hint, Suppli Roma!) this is a great place to sit. Who knows, you may even see Dr. Connell passing through on his way home, or to San Cosimato to buy clementines, or to pick up a simple porchetta for lunch. <br /> If you like vintage shopping, very near Piazza Santa Maria in Trastevere is a vintage shop called Twice Vintage. It’s on the Via di Francesco a Ripa and has a great selection of clothes, shoes, bags, etc. I got a great dress there, cream coloured with a pink floral pattern. <br /> Definitely spend some time by the Tiber River. There are many bridges and each holds a distinctive charm. The Ponte Sant’Angelo is my personal favourite. As the name suggests, it is lined with statues of angels. If you look closely, each angel is holding one of the instruments of the Passion, and on the pedestal of each statue is a Latin inscription pertaining to each instrument (e.g., the angel holding the spear has inscribed beneath him: “Vulnerasti cor meum”, which translates to “Thou hast ravished (or wounded) my heart”). I would suggest this particular bridge as a good place to meditate on the Passion while walking across, however, this is the bridge that leads directly to Castel Sant’Angelo and the Via della Conciliazione which is the broad avenue leading to St. Peter’s Basilica, and as such is swarming with pickpockets and illegal vendors who can get quite aggressive. So keep your wits about you if you do decide to pray on this bridge. <br /> Sant’Andrea della Valle boasts the biggest dome in Rome besides St. Peter’s. Jake and I found this quite by accident but boy oh boy, weren’t we glad we did! The ceiling is highly ornamented, the large dome and smaller secondary domes are dazzling, and towards the vestibule is a mirror tilted so that you can gaze at the majesty above you without getting a crick in your neck. They have really sweet people working there, all volunteers, who offer free audio guides. No donation is asked, but you can put a few coins in the poor box. This church is also important to music fans, as Puccini’s famous opera Tosca opens in a side chapel of this church. It’s right on the Corso di Vittorio Emanuele. Actually, any church on the Corso is worth popping into. I have yet to find a church in the city of Rome that I have been disappointed by. <br /> Santa Maria sopra Minerva is enormous! It was one of the first churches I visited in Rome and I was absolutely blown away. It is the only original Gothic church in Rome and it is so vast that I literally got lost in there once, only for a few minutes, but that should give you an idea of how large it is. This church holds the tombs of Fra Angelico and St. Catherine of Siena (although her head is in her hometown) among others. There is a Michelangelo up near the altar, Christ The Redeemer holding a cross. It is not usually very busy in this church either, so it is a lovely place to pray the Rosary. <br /> Santa Maria della Vittoria: I only was here for ten minutes one day towards the end of my stay to see my all time favourite work of art, the Ecstasy of Saint Teresa by Gian Lorenzo Bernini who is also my favourite artist ever. This sculpture is the centrepiece of the Cornaro chapel which is to the left of the main altar. It was so lifelike and so sublime and perfectly beautiful. <br /> Santa Maria in Cosmedin is somewhat of a tourist attraction as it is the home of the Mouth of Truth. It is also the home of something far more important; the head of St. Valentine. We got to go there on his feast day (which also happened to be Ash Wednesday) and while there was an enormous line outside, it was for the Mouth of Truth and not for the relic of Rome’s most famous martyr. I do not know much about the church but from the quick glance I took it looked to lean towards a traditional Greek Orthodox style with many beautiful icons and a partial screen before the sanctuary. <br /> Chiesa di San Luigi della Francesi is home to not one but three famous Caravaggios; The Calling of St. Matthew, The Inspiration of St. Matthew, and The Martyrdom of St. Matthew. Scholars over the years have debated which figure represents Matthew in the first painting; I personally have an unshakeable belief that Matthew is the figure bent over the table counting the money. That is him and that is that. Everyone else is wrong. <br /> The Piazza di Spagna is so beautiful! It is home to the Spanish Steps where a part of Roman Holiday was filmed and obviously it is very very popular with tourists and locals alike. It is on the most famous shopping street in Rome, the Via dei Condotti, which is home to stores such as Gucci, Dior, Dolce and Gabbana, Tiffany’s, and Burberry. If you are visiting the Spanish Steps be ready not only to climb many steps and admire the beautiful view, but also to hold your own against relentless sellers of selfie sticks and Pakistanis offering “free” roses. <br /> Piazza Garibaldi on the Janiculum Hill has the best view of the city and the broad wall surrounding the square is the perfect spot for a picnic with friends. After the picnic you can either walk down one side of the hill into Trastevere or down the other side into the area surrounding Vatican City. I like the Janiculum because the first time I went there I looked at the beautiful and eternal city of Rome spread in front of me, and I saw all these fantastic monuments and domes and such and I didn’t know what they all were. The last time I went to the Janiculum I looked again at Rome, and this time I had been under almost every dome and had visited almost every monument. So the Piazza Garibaldi on the Janiculum Hill is a very special place for me. <br /> There is a great flea market in Trastevere, the Porta Portese. You can find basically anything here, from leather jackets to antique bedpans to olive wood crucifixes. Even better, you can barter with the vendors if the price is too high for you. I once bought a good sized leather satchel for 17 euro when the vendor asked for 35! <br /> Every girl who visits Rome brings back a few scarves; I brought back three. It is best to buy these from street vendors rather than from in a shop as, like in the Porta Portese, you can haggle them down several euro. Altogether the three pashminas I got were around 20 euro. <br /><br /> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>Things I Wish I’d Known About Rome Before Going </b></span><br /> I wish I’d known that if you don’t at least make the effort to speak Italian you will be openly mocked and laughed at by locals. I was in Suppli Roma one day ordering pizza and the pizza man gave me a piece with zucchini blossoms instead of plain cheese. I said, “Oh, can I actually have the one with cheese instead of the one with zucchini flowers? Grazie.” The woman next to me turned and said, “What? No Italian? Is it that hard for you to even learn a few words?” She then pointed her finger at me and laughed loudly in the middle of the shop. Now you do not need to learn how to speak the language fluently; just a few words are fine. But I wish I would have known that. <br /> I wish someone had told me that the best place to buy rosaries is in the gift shop of John Lateran! I spent 20 euro on a lovely pearl one in Santa Maria in Cosmedin on Ash Wednesday (worth it, by the way) and a few weeks later went to John Lateran and saw the same one for about 10! Wow! <br /> I wish someone had mentioned that if you have an old smartphone to bring it so you can get service and use maps when you inevitably get lost. Also, then you can text/use WhatsApp on the go. Useful. <br /> I really REALLY wish someone had mentioned the pedlars who are literally EVERYWHERE and who never stop trying to sell you things! The worst ones by far are the black gypsies; Jake and I had an unnerving first encounter in Piazza Navona where one of them gave us a load of bracelets “for free” and then demanded money for his “baby”. When we refused to give him anything he took back his stuff, cursed us out, and left to find a new victim. When you see someone coming towards you with an armful of African elephant bracelets DO NOT make eye contact and keep walking. Something I learned in Rome is that having a strong and impenetrable RBF and being rude can be acceptable at times. There are also the Pakistani vendors who go round shoving selfie sticks in front of you. No thanks, my hands work fine and there are far more beautiful things to photograph in Rome than my own face! <br /> I already knew this but I am putting it in anyway: bring a water bottle!!! Rome is famous for its many fountains and unlike other fountains I have tasted the water from these ones is clear and sweet and has no taste of chlorine or mustiness. It is thirst quenching and is absolutely and without question the best water I have ever tasted. Bring a nice glass bottle so your water will not get a nasty plastic savour after you carrying it about on a warm day. <br /><br /> And so, I think I have said at least a fraction of what needs to be said about Rome. Then again, one can never finish speaking of this marvelous city; I have been away from there for several weeks now and I have my family bored to tears with my incessant chatter of this Rome thing and that. A visit to Rome leaves a mark on the heart that cannot be erased, and it left with me, at least, a yearning to return some day, God willing. But for now I am here and I do not know for sure when I will go back; maybe in a few months, maybe in a few years. And when I do go back, I look forward to beginning again in the Eternal City. Semper incipit! <br /><br /><br /></div>
Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-2279861298077773392018-05-15T20:47:00.002-04:002018-05-18T15:05:59.967-04:00Does The Church Need To Be Updated? <span id="docs-internal-guid-12cbc6ae-74a0-cedf-74f8-0dc1a359d479"><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> In response to the third point, I honestly think it is dangerous not to view Confession as a chance to apologise for our sins. Yes, God's mercy and grace are infinite and we can always depend on them being there for us, but humility is also important. We have fallen natures and it is nothing short of hubris to disregard penance and call it unnecessary. Humility is something that Jesus Himself always showed to us, and what better person to emulate than the Son of God? As to the belief that we can do nothing about our place in Heaven or Hell, this hints strongly at predestination, a distinctly Protestant notion, and eliminates the need for good works. After all, if we cannot change whether we go to Heaven or Hell there is no need to care about what we do. </span></div>
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Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-23882879005169520932016-11-12T00:49:00.002-05:002016-11-12T00:49:51.129-05:00Some Thoughts On Liberalism<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It seems that the concentration of all this hate is Donald Trump. He, in a way, stands for conservatism, for old and traditional values. He is despised by Liberals, and so are his supporters. Any time I look at any social media page--Instagram, Facebook, or even Snapchat--all I see is hate. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This is particularly paradoxical, because hate and hate speech is what the Liberal Agenda proclaims to be so against. They pretend to be a cult of peace and acceptance, but they are not. You can believe what you like, say anything you like, love whoever you would like--but may God help you if it is something Liberals disagree with. They claim to be about freedom to choose whatever you want to think--so long as it doesn’t disagree with their twisted political ideals. For twisted they are, and more corrupt than any other cult that has ever raised its head. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As for believing whatever you would like, those of us who do </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">not</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> believe in abortion and contraception are accused of oppressing women. Really? I do not feel oppressed by that. Rather, what is oppressing is the fact that, from a very young age, girls are sexualised and taught that their bodies are vessels for pleasure; they are encouraged to go on the Pill, to practice “safe sex”, to do whatever feels good. This is fast becoming not so much of a choice, but an expectation. There is nothing liberating about being expected to use yourself so shamelessly. Liberation is self-respect, and tampering with your body is not self-respect. It is a widely known secret that abortifacients and such cause a myriad of diseases, including cancer--but at least the baby is dead, I guess, and surely cancer is better and less disturbing for the mother than holding a lovely baby in her arms. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Saying what you like is as bad, if not worse, as believing whatever you would like. Words have power, a power that many resent. It is one thing to have opinions, but another thing entirely to give voice to them. When it is the majority who voices opinions, they do not fear, and they can hold sway spouting whatever ridiculous nonsense they please; but when it is a minority who stands strong and voices their opinions, then Liberals fear that minority with a cold and gut-wrenching dread, for they know that if but even a mere few find the bravery and moral strength to stand for what is right, they will do more than just voice opinions; they will act on their words. So to appear unafraid in the face of what they know in their heart of hearts to be justice, Liberals turn to hate instead of reason to combat Conservatism. They shut their ears and eyes to logic because they are afraid to admit to the truth. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And, as for loving who you would like, this is permissible only when you accept and laud, without question, anyone who any other given person has chosen to “love”. I put love in brackets because sometimes people confuse love with mere physical, sexual attraction. The traditional, natural order of love and marriage has been frowned upon and rejected by much of the modern world. Following in the footsteps of Lucifer, God’s creations are not happy with the way things were made, and they seek to twist and pervert, crying “Non serviam!”, as did the most beautiful angel, who succumbed to pride and cast himself away from God forever. Pride is precisely the sin that afflicts those who pander to the trend of sexual diversity; they reject order, as did Lucifer, and seek to lead themselves. In so doing, they profane the sacredness and sanctity of love. There is no quiet patience, everything is about instant gratification. And now, with the near abolishment of abstinence until marriage, those who actually do believe in waiting are frowned upon as old fashioned. It’s not even just about self respect, it’s about respecting your future spouse. You would not relish the idea of your husband sleeping around with a load of women, (I know I wouldn’t) and he would be as equally opposed to the thought of you doing the same with men. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Donegal One'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">To wrap up these few paragraphs of my probably very controversial thoughts, I would like to say that I am very glad Donald Trump was elected president. I do not like him as a person, I do not like some of the things he said, but at least he is not Hillary Clinton. Our country may be doomed, but at least with Trump we have a small shot at survival. Under Hillary, we would be drawn with no small speed downwards into an abyss of corruption from which we might never escape. </span></div>
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Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-32049876293123669312016-05-05T15:38:00.000-04:002016-05-05T15:41:01.049-04:00An Apple is Eaten, and the Hope of God is Gone"An apple is eaten, and the hope of God is gone."<br />
---G.K. Chesterton, from <i>Orthodoxy </i><br />
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-446f1cf2-826c-dc4d-1065-b014b6e34490"><br /><span style="font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">By Maura Tuffy</span></span>Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-67240376449617894682016-02-23T21:38:00.001-05:002016-03-22T17:50:05.503-04:00The Rose <img src="http://orig12.deviantart.net/919f/f/2007/203/5/5/blood_red_rose_by_brokendalek.jpg" height="265" width="400" /><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><i> The way One of us died. </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><i> The sun, now hidden by grey clouds </i></b></span></div>
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Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-78547819678083965802016-01-19T17:46:00.000-05:002016-05-05T15:35:56.175-04:00Lady Rosamund<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> He wandered slowly through the mere, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> He wandered far and wandered near; </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> He had been wandering all the year, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> In search of Lady Rosamund. </i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> She walked along the brimming tide, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> On sandy shores, where sea-gulls cried; </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> There was no thought she wished to hide, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> That fair young Lady Rosamund. </i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> They met at last, down by the strand, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> They walked there slowly, hand in hand; </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> They were the fairest in the land, </i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> He and Lady Rosamund. </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> They wandered through the meadow fair, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> And built their castles in the air, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> The sun shone on the golden hair </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> Of lovely Lady Rosamund. </i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> But all too soon 'twas time to part, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> He left her there, with breaking heart; </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> They felt love's bitter, painful dart, </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><i> He and Lady Rosamund. </i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Maura Tuffy</span>Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-24898975789001484632015-11-22T20:45:00.000-05:002016-03-22T17:49:26.471-04:00Over Hills <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "allura"; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 700; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"> On you, or me, or them. </span><br />
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Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-37408243172850552212015-11-01T15:03:00.001-05:002016-03-22T17:48:15.204-04:00A Poem for All Souls'--In Paradisum<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial";"><span style="font-size: 12.6667px; line-height: 17.48px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b>The night is still; no noises in the air. </b></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b>We walk in chilly silence down the nave.</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b>The coffin on the dais, still and cold-</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b>Dona Eis Requiem, Sempiternam.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b>The soul is on its way to Heaven now;</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b>Dona Eis Requiem, Sempiternam.</b></i></span><br />
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<i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12.6667px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Some prayers are uttered, softly, by the grave,</b></i><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b>The moon shines brightly in the cloudless sky,</b></i></span></div>
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Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-81135122656757991702015-10-23T16:42:00.001-04:002016-03-22T17:47:48.779-04:00Education Is Not The Filling Of A Pail, But The Lighting Of A Fire<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One can never be “finished” learning. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> The learning process begins very early; formally with the start of an organised education regime, informally simply by existing. It is impossible to go a single day without learning; why, even in attempting that, you will learn something: that it is, in fact, impossible not to learn from trying not to learn. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I bring up this topic because I’ve noticed among acquaintances a tendency to limit high school education to only having read a certain number of books, taken a certain number of classes, earned however many credits, etc. This is an odd idea, but nevertheless widespread and widely practised. Being myself a voracious reader, I cannot imagine limiting myself to only a narrow list of books for my entire high school existence. Why, then, do teachers (and yes, parents, I am afraid, are also some of the very worst offenders) feel the need to put a hold on learning after the student has finished whatever class they are taking? It is as if the “pail” referenced in the opening quote has been filled, and no more learning needs to be put into it. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That explains what education should most decidedly </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">not</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> be. Limiting education is detrimental to the formation of an active mind. There is no valid reason to stop a student from learning. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Here is what learning should be; the lighting of a fire. This means nurturing, from the early years, the innate wish in all of us to know more of the world, people, and places around us. This begins in the home with parents reading aloud to the children, with fairy tales, with classics such as the Little House books, and, most importantly, with parents displaying a positive attitude to reading, writing, and learning in general. Reading is seen by many as a necessary, but somewhat laborious task, and it is seen by still others as a joy, and something to be looked forward to instead of dreaded. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The pail of education will be filled, but for those who burn with the flame of learning, the fire will never be quenched. Despite all the proclamations of kids being “finished” with their schooling, this can never be fully true. Learning cannot be made to stop, no matter how hard we try. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Maura Tuffy</span>Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-5311965288514389882015-10-23T14:43:00.000-04:002016-03-22T17:47:35.573-04:00Information is Not Knowledge, and Knowledge is Not Wisdom<img src="http://www.zdnet.com/i/story/61/03/001358/weeping-angel.jpg" height="400" width="342" /><br />
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<i><b><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.6667px; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Information is not knowledge, and knowledge is not wisdom. </span></b></i></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.6667px; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><b>--Russell Kirk</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This is a very striking quote; it is striking in its profound truth. Many people today are misinformed, and at the heart of their misinformation lies the staunch belief that they are, in fact, very informed indeed, thank you very much, and that their “information” is actually knowledge. And most of these persons will not accept that they are misinformed; they have a kind of closed-minded obstinacy, bred from years of studying just to take another few tests, from learning only the facts needed to get through life with success--and success means having a high-paying job. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I am certain that Mr. Gradgrind from </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hard Times </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "donegal one"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">would be simply chuffed at the state of the American educational system; one can picture him beaming (if such a sour personage can even be imagined to beam) and rubbing his hands as he earnestly exhorts all the young to learn facts, and only facts. There is no room for stories, no room for fairy tales. </span></div>
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Maura TuffyMaura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-65733530549823027972015-10-22T19:52:00.000-04:002016-03-22T17:47:11.292-04:00The Islanders<img src="http://www.mistandthestone.com/irelsm.jpg" /><br />
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<i><b>Beyond the waves, long gone by now, there once was an island, quite small, </b></i><br />
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<i><b>Yet it was our home. We lived there, all of us, and it was all ours. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>Invaders came, and sacked the town, quietly lying on the coast. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>Their dragon ships, flat, long, upon the waves of the blue-green Irish Sea. </b></i><br />
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<i><b>Approaching the bay, in the deep darkness of an autumnal night, </b></i><br />
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Maura TuffyMaura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-55451759694553313642015-10-17T17:48:00.001-04:002016-03-22T17:46:40.840-04:00The Way of Beauty Programme at Thomas More College of Liberal Arts <img src="http://www.cardinalnewmansociety.org/Portals/0/Thomas%20More%20College/2015/want%20as%20button-bottom%20line.jpg" height="266" width="400" /><br />
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<br />Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-4504063945872574782015-10-09T16:56:00.000-04:002016-03-22T17:46:20.454-04:00Gollum as a Mirror to Man<b id="docs-internal-guid-df8699e9-4e5f-f50f-dc55-b56e3345e1d4" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>
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Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-2655827437257103552015-09-17T17:42:00.001-04:002016-03-22T17:45:58.927-04:00An Appalling Lack of Imagination And What it May Lead To<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Allura; font-size: 18.6666666666667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i> Out on the salty ocean, far from shore. </i></span>Maura Tuffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10466054014211357967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209037455787004527.post-22829495987835340112015-07-07T13:44:00.000-04:002016-03-22T17:45:39.407-04:00Beauty and the Beast<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“There is the great lesson of Beauty and the Beast; that a thing must be loved </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">before </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">it is loveable.” </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I have never attempted to write anything about anything of Chesterton’s before; it is a daunting task. But I hope, in a few paragraphs, to convey the meaning of this opening quote about Beauty and the Beast. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> We generally feel an affection for what is beautiful. It is only to be expected that we are drawn to all the agreeable things we see. But in the case of Beauty and the Beast, the poor Beast was quite the opposite of agreeable. He was, by all accounts, hideous. When Beauty came to live at his castle, she was repulsed by him. The thought of sitting to dine with him made her quite ill. But, being unwilling to offend, she stuck it out, and discovered that the Beast was actually not so bad. He could converse wittily, was well read; in fact, the only thing he was deficient in was good looks. But when he asked Beauty to marry him, she was appalled, and so turned him down. She could not bear to have an unbeautiful husband. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Later in the story, however, when Beauty rushes back from her holiday with her sisters and finds the Beast dying, she suddenly realises something--</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">she loves Beast. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She cannot bear to think of losing him, and, in a flood of tears, and holding the Beast close, she tells him so. In that instant, as she tells him how much she loves him, the Beast changes into a wonderfully handsome prince. He is now quite obviously loveable, and of course the two get married, live happily ever after, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. How wonderfully simple it all is in fairy tales! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> We see that Beauty had to love the Beast before he appeared as loveable. This explains the Chesterton quote in the opening of this essay, that </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">something must be loved </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">before</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> it is loveable</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. When one meets somebody new, they are not perfect by any means. But with closer and deeper knowledge and acquaintance with the person, we gradually see that these minor faults do, in fact, make up a beautiful kind of perfection in and of themselves, in much the same way that the peaceful silence of the meadows is full of small noises which make up one great and all-encompassing quietness. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Hopefully this has helped some of you to understand this quote of one of the greatest writers of our age, without beating about the bush too much. The excerpt was taken from </span><a href="http://www.ccel.org/ccel/chesterton/orthodoxy.vii.html" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1155cc; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ethics of Elfland,</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">a chapter in Chesterton’s famous work </span><a href="http://www.ccel.org/ccel/chesterton/orthodoxy.i.html" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1155cc; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Orthodoxy</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have only read the one chapter, but finding it to be all about fairy tales and such, I found it most engaging, and look forward to reading some more of the whole book in the near future. </span></div>
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