Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Current Favourite Sentences
Fourthly, without regard of them, or of us, I say, that even in regard of Himselfe, Hoc erit Signum. Would there be a proportion between the Signe and the Signatum? There is so. This, holds good proportion with the ensuing course of his life, and death. And, (all considered), it is even Signum adaequatum. We may well begin with Christ in the Cratch: We must end with Christ on the Crosse. The Cratch is a Signe of the Crosse. They that write de rusticâ, describe the forme of making a Cratch Crosse-wise. The Scandal of the Cratch is a good preparative, to the Scandal of the Crosse. To be swadled thus, as a Child, doth that offend? What then, when ye shall see him pinion'd and bound as a Malefactor? To lye in a manger, is that so much? how then, when ye shall see Him hang on the Crosse? But so,-primo ne discrepet imum; that His beginning and His end may suit well and not disagree; Sic oportuit Christum nasci, thus ought Christ to be borne and this behoved to be His Signe.
Labels:
catholicism,
languages,
prose,
sentences,
translation
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Enlarge Your Vocabulary
ca' canny v.i. move cautiously; n. extreme caution; limitation of output by workmen; a. cautious; mean.
Labels:
languages
Current Favourite Sentence
I shall therefore continue my account of the Clyde Valley experiment now; and shall later deal with the collapse of civilisation in England.
Labels:
sentences
Friday, October 21, 2011
Small Goya-esque Dog
But much more affectionate and presumably happier than the dog in Goya's amazing picture. I don't put the actual image up here out of deference to members of my family who find it particularly distressing.


The Green Green Glass of Home
They've put up scaffolding outside our flat because they're filling in the cracks on our façade (which I imagine is also the chorus to a particularly double entendre-ridden Victorian music-hall song.) There is a fairly subaquatic feeling about my study at the moment.
Labels:
architecture,
lights,
sea-monsters
Sunday, October 09, 2011
Tomas Gösta Tranströmer (1931- )

More information here. I'm a little disappointed that 'Gösta' doesn't turn out to mean 'The Ghost', like a Swedish wrestling nickname, but is in fact a version of 'Gustav'.
Labels:
faces,
languages,
Nobel Prize in Literature,
poetry
More Phantom Limbs
We went back to the ultrasound chamber, which seems more and more like something left over by the production designers for 2001: A Space Odyssey.


Notwithstanding its connection with the lamest of lame science fiction films (I've never read the book, it might be brilliant, but the film is only at all redeemable for its willingness to give the great Leonard Rossiter about three minutes of screen time), we got some pleasant images. Ribs;

face;

face;

right hand.
Notwithstanding its connection with the lamest of lame science fiction films (I've never read the book, it might be brilliant, but the film is only at all redeemable for its willingness to give the great Leonard Rossiter about three minutes of screen time), we got some pleasant images. Ribs;
face;
face;
right hand.
Labels:
adventures,
faces,
lights
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