Category Archives: Europe as the Christ-bearer
The Horror and Blasphemy of Liberalism
O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, which killest the prophets, and stonest them that are sent unto thee; how often would I have gathered thy children together, as a hen doth gather her brood under her wings, and ye would not! Behold, your … Continue reading
Hell on Earth
Lear. My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, … Continue reading
The Return to His Europe
Verily I say unto you, All these things shall come upon this generation. O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as … Continue reading
Our World Is Not Their World
We are in a war of a peculiar nature. It is not with an ordinary community, which is hostile or friendly as passion or as interest may veer about; not with a State which makes war through wantonness, and abandons … Continue reading
What Is’t to Leave Betimes?
And they drew nigh unto the village, whither they went: and he made as though he would have gone further. But they constrained him, saying, Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent. And … Continue reading
When Hope Seems Nearly Gone
The result of Hardy’s management was that Tom made a clean breast of it, telling everything, down to his night at the ragged school, and what an effect his chance opening of the Apology had had on him. Here for … Continue reading
The Homeless Europeans
Kent. Alack, bareheaded? Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel; Some friendship will it lend you ‘gainst the tempest. Repose you there, whilst I to this hard house More harder than the stones whereof ’tis rais’d, Which even … Continue reading
