The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.
Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
Christ on the Cross Adored by Eight Saints of the Dominican Order
— Abraham van Diepenbeeck, 1652
Musée du Louvre, Paris, FranceYour body at that time was like heaven,
because just as heaven is full of stars,
so Your body was full of wounds.
But Your wounds, Lord, are better than the stars,
because stars only shine at night,
and Your wounds are powerful by night and by day.—Richard Rolle, Meditations on the Passion
(Source: jstor.org)
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