Monday, December 7, 2009

Early December quotes and links from AKIC

I like both the movie It's a Wonderful Life and the novel The Fountainhead.  Jimmy Stewart plays the classic good guy.  And there is something to be said for blowing up public housing projects because they are a drain on the human soul.  Be that as it may, we should strive to be like the Jimmy Stewart character instead of Howard Roark the architect.
Sonnet XVI by William Shakespeare

When  in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And, for they look'd but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
For we, which now behold these present days,
Had eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
Anyone who has tried to get on a bus or wait in line at McDonalds will appreciate the article linked above.

Chesterton on Saint Thomas Aquinas

His curiously simple character, his lucid but laborious intellect, could not be better summed up than by saying that he did not know how to sneer. He was in a double sense an intellectual aristocrat: but he was never an intellectual snob. He never troubled at all whether those to whom he talked were more or less of the sort whom the world thinks worth talking to: and it was apparent by the impression of his contemporaries that those who received the ordinary scraps of his wit or wisdom were quite as likely to be nobodies as somebodies, or even quite as likely to be noodles as clever people. He was interested in the souls of all his fellow creatures, but not in classifying the minds of any of them; in a sense it was too personal and in another sense too arrogant for his particular mind and temper. He was very much interested in the subject he was talking about; and may sometimes have talked for a long time, though he was probably silent for a much longer time. But he had all the unconscious contempt which the really intelligent have for an intelligentsia.
(*I always like these how-to-be passages and will always quote them when I can find them.*)

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