I'm not very bright and I never ever was quick. I must, as Nietzsche commended, ruminate. Amazingly, après Bruxelles, I find much to say. Only ... I ... just ... can't ... say ... it.
Looks like a lot was picked up at Napoleon's family's jumble sale.
From Patrick Sheridan:
Cut flowers are dead, and soon wither. I wonder what stage we're in now? If only the Orthodox churches of England put away ethnic isolationism and political prejudice they might attract more converts. I have no interest in Slavic culture! But like the crypto-Orthodox of the deep English past I yearn for the sacraments and the communion of the Church. Am I, a sinner with the little green book, to be thrown out to compost with the rest of my countrymen?
So many monsters.