The Sanctifier and bright Lord who is glorious in operation, the dispositioner, the effector of all trans-substantiations, who sets the traverse wall according to the measure of the angel with the reed, who knows best how to gather his epiklesis from that open plain, who transmutes their cheerless blasphemy into a lover's word, who spoke by Balaam and by Balaam's ass, who spoke also by Sgt. Bullcock.
Monday, November 5, 2012
We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.
(W.H. Auden, “Epilogue.” The Age of Anxiety, 1948)
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