Recent content by John Boyer

An introduction to Bernard Lonergan: Exploring Lonergan's approach to the great philosophical questions by Peter Beer, SJ Socrates meets Kierkegaard: The father of philosophy meets the father of Christian existentialism by Peter Kreeft

One of Art's hats... https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=720104254678837&set=a.568785366477394.1073741826.100000378088399&type=1&relevant_count=1

Ike's Bluff: President Eisenhower's Secret Battle To Save The World by Evan Thomas Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace

The Selected Letters of John Keats: Selected and with Introduction by Lionel Trilling; and Gentry Magazine #3 (Summer 1952)

Saddened to learn of the passing of Nobel Prize-winning poet Seamus Heaney, noted once by Robert Lowell as the “most important Irish poet since Yeats." After "L'Aquilone" by Giovanni Pascoli (1855-1912) Air from another life and time and place, Pale blue heavenly air is supporting A...

I enjoyed this book immensely. However, I still appreciate the Scholastic Economists and the Distributists. You should consider "Redeeming Economics: Rediscovering the Missing Element" by John D. Mueller

Revelation by Flannery O'Connor from her collection Everything That Rises Must Converge

Collected Stories of Sherwood Anderson Eugene O'Neill: Beyond Mourning and Tragedy by Stephen A. Black

A case of contradictories, both of them true. There is a God, There is no God. Where is the problem? I am quite sure that there is a God in the sense that I am sure my love is no illusion. I am quite sure there is no God, in the sense that I am sure there is nothing which resembles what I...

Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket, Wrapped and spiced by the cunningest of hands. Around her neck they have put a golden necklace, Her tatbebs, it is said, are worn with sands. Dead Cleopatra was once revered in Egypt, Warm-eyed she was, this princess of the South. Now she is old...

Mother: The Great Revolutionary Novel by Maxim Gorky

Viaje Honey & Hand Grenade Cigar

A Tsuge: Tokyo smooth cherrywood and bamboo pipe with Astley's #2 tobacco.

Matthew Arnold, romantically describing the Bernese Oberland region of Switzerland: Hark! the wind rushes past us! Ah! with that let me go. There to watch, o'er the sunk vale The frore mountain-wall, Where the niched snow-bed sprays down Its powdery fall. There its dusky blue clusters The...

Matthew Arnold by Lionel Trilling; and The Moral Obligation to be Intelligient: Selected Essays by Lionel Trilling