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“Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.”
-Edith Wharton,
who died on this date, 1937
 
Poem of the Day:
Faith Against Sight

John Henry Newman,
who died on this date, 1890
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The Economy of Regions
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The Wake Up Call – August 11, 2014

 

The Wake Up CallThe Wake Up Call –
24 January 2013

Like the smell of strong coffee wafting down the hall, we offer a few book-related thoughts and stories to jumpstart your day…

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Today is the feast of St. Francis De Sales…

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Poem of the Day: St. Francis De Sales  by William Edward Heygate

“The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing, not curing… that is a friend who cares.”  – Henri Nouwen, born on this day in 1932
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“Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.”
Novelist, Edith Wharton, born on this day in 1862
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Thanks be to God for this new day, may it be full of beauty and grace!

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Leaguered in fire
The wild black promontories of the coast extend
Their savage silhouettes;
The sun in universal carnage sets,
And, halting higher,
The motionless storm-clouds mass their sullen threats,
Like an advancing mob in sword-points penned,
That, balked, yet stands at bay.
Mid-zenith hangs the fascinated day
In wind-lustrated hollows crystalline,
A wan Valkyrie whose wide pinions shine
Across the ensanguined ruins of the fray,
And in her hand swings high o’erhead,
Above the waster of war,
The silver torch-light of the evening star
Wherewith to search the faces of the dead.

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