The idea of a word, for a contingent being, implies the existence of one who is not myself (the one to whom I speak) and the existence of a truth that is not myself (that about which I speak). Language is a robe for love. -- Anthony Esolen
Commonplace Book: July 2009 Archives
Pansy and Peony: The Two Sleepy Mommies
More Fine Blogs
American Papist
The Anchoress
Apologia
Bonfire of the Vanities
Mark Shea
The Curt Jester
Jen's Conversion Diary
dinka
Disputations
Dyspeptic Mutterings
Erik's Rants and Recipes
Exultet
Faith on the High Wire
Simcha Fisher Has to Sit Down
Like Mother, Like Daughter
more last than star
Passionate Perseverance
Pious Sodality of Church Ladies Pundit and Pundette
Thrown Back
Bob the Trousered Ape
Video meliora...
John C. Wright
The Anchoress
Apologia
Bonfire of the Vanities
Mark Shea
The Curt Jester
Jen's Conversion Diary
dinka
Disputations
Dyspeptic Mutterings
Erik's Rants and Recipes
Exultet
Faith on the High Wire
Simcha Fisher Has to Sit Down
Like Mother, Like Daughter
more last than star
Passionate Perseverance
Pious Sodality of Church Ladies Pundit and Pundette
Thrown Back
Bob the Trousered Ape
Video meliora...
John C. Wright
