He walked away to find a quiet place where he might read the paper.
Fred Roe, from In the palace of the king, by Francis Marion Crawford, New York, London, 1900.
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This made my day
This is one of these things I sometimes suddenly think of and then I cannot stop giggling for minutes.
(Source: a-conspiracy-of-cartographers, via turner-d-century)
"Modern civilization aims at creating ever greater and greater artificial needs…it will always create more needs than it can supply…"
— Rene Guenon (via in-unita-sanguinem)
"Write what you know will always be excellent advice for those who ought not to write at all. Write what you think, what you imagine, what you suspect!"
![tuesday-johnson:
ca. 1860’s, [tintype portrait of two gentlemen, one playing the banjo]
via Heritage Auctions](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m88r8vVXOE1qa51rdo1_500.jpg)
William Quiller Orchardson (by hauk sven)
Sir William Quiller Orchardson, R.A. (1832 - 1910) — On the North Foreland, oil on canvas, 1890.
(via armchairoxfordscholar)
"That Jones shall worship the god within him turns out ultimately to mean that Jones shall worship Jones. Let Jones worship the sun or moon, anything rather than the Inner Light; let Jones worship cats or crocodiles, if he can find any in his street, but not the god within. Christianity came into the world firstly in order to assert with violence that a man had not only to look inwards, but to look outwards, to behold with astonishment and enthusiasm a divine company and a divine captain. The only fun of being a Christian was that a man was not left alone with the Inner Light, but definitely recognized an outer light, fair as the sun, clear as the moon, terrible as an army with banners."
— G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy. (via johnthelutheran)
