Hope you’re not getting tired of these, but there’s a lot to keep up with. In the wake of Scotland’s vote for dependence this week, let’s revisit the Portland Declaration on subsidiarity. I’m a sucker for a good manifesto, but you ought to read the whole thing:
The State is always in danger of morbidly multiplying its cells, of…
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If we take the widest and wisest view of a Cause, there is no such thing as a Lost Cause, because there is no such thing as a Gained Cause. We fight for lost causes because we know that our defeat and dismay may be the preface to our successors’ victory, though that victory itself will be temporary; we fight rather to keep something alive than in the expectation that it will triumph. — T.S. Eliot on Lost Causes from his essay on Francis Herbert Bradley, (via my-ear-trumpet)
If it’s a ‘no,’ the referendum has put secession on the map. And if, as Tim Stanley thinks is more likely at this point, they vote to split, may it move more towards Singapore-of-the-North than “Pakistan with exposed knees.”
By the cross oor Andrew bore
By the sword oor William wore
By the crown our Robert swore
Tae win oor Liberty
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So now every time I read an article about horrible conservatives – like that South Carolina mayor – I can dismiss it as a couple of people doing dumb things and probably the system will take care of it. If it doesn’t take care of it by punishing him personally, it’ll take care of it by making people like him obsolete and judged poorly by posterity.
But every time I read an article about horrible leftists – like the one with the debate club – part of me freaks out and thinks – in twenty years, those are the people who are going to be getting me fired for disagreeing with them.
And every time I want to talk about it, I freak out and worry that soon they’ll start firing people for disagreeing with the idea that you should be able to fire people for disagreeing with ideas. Like, this could go uncomfortably far. — Scott Alexander
America is often cited to us: I know nothing so provoking as the praise showered on this babe-in-arms: let it grow. — de Maistre
Whenever I feel bad, I go to the library and read controversial periodicals. Though I do not know whether I am a liberal or a conservative, I am nevertheless enlivened by the hatred which one bears the other. In fact, this hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown: all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive. — Walker Percy
less noise and more green — Tolkein
a-crow-girl said: I apologize if I misread the Tumblr attributions, but re: Brave/Rapunzel, I think you wrote "And of course, the former Romans living and working in Scotland at the time would have no written record of their activities or appearance because no one cared." Please google: Roman soldier letters. The first result I got was from a POC, and was quite cool. Then add "Scotland" to your search. Look for the Vindolanda Letters. Again, I'm sorry if I misattributed that statement to you. Thanks.
I’m going to use this in something I’m writing, and also it’s absolutely hilarious and amazing, and if you haven’t read it and laughed and then looked into it, you should do.
If there is anything that ever existed that needs at least 800 of everything written about it, it’s freezing African Romans in Scotland writing home for socks and underwear.
There is an online searchable database for the Vindolanda tablets here.
This is the letter about the socks (from the sender):
AHHHH HA HA HA HA HA
AHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
OH MY GOD
THERE’S SO MUCH DOCUMENTATION
Incoming mail (tablet 346) is also revealing: ‘I have sent you … pairs of socks from Sattua, two pairs of sandals and two pairs of underpants.’ It was obviously a bit cold for soldiers on the north-west frontier of the Roman Empire.
THE SOCKS ARE STILL THERE:
They wore them with sandals, apparently, before they gave up and went to boots.
I JUST CANNOT…I HAD NO CLUE ABOUT ANY OF THIS.
THEY JUST KEEP FINDING THEM:
40,000+ ROMAN SOLDIERS IN SCOTLAND: WE’RE FREEZING PLEASE SEND MORE SOCKS.
THIS IS THE BEST WRONG I’VE EVER BEEN.
"… I have sent (?) you … pairs of socks from Sattua, and two pairs of underpants, two pairs of sandals … Greet …ndes, Elpis, Iu…, …enus, Tetricus and all your messmates with whom I pray that you live in the greatest good fortune."
^ Say hi to Tetricus and them for me