I washed my hair with moldy apple cider last Sunday.
It was unintentional, I assure you. Last year, I found out that rinsing your hair with alcohol (i.e. 1,881 more words
From The Critic 24 (October-November 1965)
Ten years ago, conservative writers were already engaged in a definitive summing up of the “existentialist revolt.” What had begun, they said, in the eccentric religiosity of Kierkegaard had ended in the open rebellion of Sartre against all that was decent and sane; and now it had even penetrated Catholic thought with the contagious of situation ethics.
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The rarest harmonies of music are nothing unless they are sincerely consecrated to God by hearts sanctified by the Spirit. The cleric says, “Let us sing to the praise of and glory of God,” but the choir often sing to the praise and glory of themselves.