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An introduction to Bernard Lonergan: Exploring Lonergan's approach to the great philosophical questions by Peter Beer, SJ
One of Art's hats...
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...
I enjoyed this book immensely. However, I still appreciate the Scholastic Economists and the Distributists. You should consider "Redeeming...
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...
Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket,
Wrapped and spiced by the cunningest of hands.
Around her neck they have put a golden necklace,
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....
Matthew Arnold by Lionel Trilling; and
The Moral Obligation to be Intelligient: Selected Essays by Lionel Trilling
"The Man Without Qualities" by Robert Musil
"Romes Last Citizen: The Life and Legacy of Cato, Mortal Enemy of Ceasar" by Rod Goodman and;
"The Devil's Dictionary, Tales & Memoirs" by...
Sir Walter Scott by John Buchan and;
Redeeming Economics: Rediscovering the Missing Element by John D. Mueller
Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wandering travelers,
Is Reason to the soul; and, as on high
Those rolling fires...
After a black day, I play Haydn,
and feel a little warmth in my hands.
The keys are ready. Kind hammers fall.
The sound is spirited,...