Italian September 25 More Words AND VERBS
This week, I shall start out slow and try to post additions every day. Please tell me where you are in the Delitto
This week, I shall start out slow and try to post additions every day. Please tell me where you are in the Delitto
President Xi Jinping arrives in Washington, D.C. this week for his first state visit since 2015 with President Barack Obama. This time Xi comes as a conqueror. China is No. 1, the U.S. has become No. 2
I am reminded of a passage in A. J. P. Taylor’s English History.
Every day, I get a text or email or run across a “reel” on Facebook that says something like, “Quit saying ‘Sto bene,’ (or any one of dozens of everyday phrases, and then offers what real Italians say.”
I, too, grew up believing that we must “support Israel” because God said so. I believed it because I was told that by influential people in my life. But it’s not in the Bible.
For over ten years I am have been working, intermittently, on a course of lectures and/or written chapters on aspects of Ancient Greek morality, social and political institutions, civilization, literature, and philosophy, that would present the ancient Greeks from a rather different perspective than either the current Marxist-feminist attack on ancient racist patriarchs or the old Liberal defense of the founders of democracy, secular reason, and progress.
Augustine sees the most earthly desires as a feeble and dissolute shadow of the only reality, the Creator and His love for man who resists the love
I reason, however, that I’m but a step away from my seventieth year in this vale of tears and an old bore can always produce the plain and honest excuse that he is old.
My headline is an old libertarian quip: “Don’t vote, it only encourages them.” A more recent one is: “No matter whom we vote for, we get John McCain.”
These days, dishwashers are usually wearing headphones, which are a kind of progressive lobotomy, but in those days, they just minded their own business and could think their own thoughts, while as a waiter, I had to deal not just with cranky and befuddled old people, burnt out shells of what had once been human beings but with my fellow-waiters, most of whom were even less appealing.