For I will leave my relics in your land, / And you may carve a shrine about my dust, / And burn a fragrant lamp before my bones, / When I am gather'd to the glorious saints.

It became mixed with incantationism and magic, no doubt largely pagan in origin.

Griswold was perhaps the most ivory tower president of Yale in the twentieth century, and in many ways the university turned toward conservatism in the decade after his inauguration, in 1950.

She immediately sensed her disdain.