Heavy shoulders, of a burden so unlight. Yet because of you, I can see your way through. To now I see through the darkness, with your light. By making my heavy burdens so light. And so my spirit, and my soul, are so bright.
In the same year as the Furness objection, sadder tidings befell St Pancras Priory at Lewes, in East Sussex. Despite it having the distinction of being the earliest Cluniac monastery in Great Britain, petitions to prevent the Brighton Lewes & Hastings Railway from imposing on its site with its Lewes line failed. The line was approved and, as if as an act of deliberate desecration and assertion of the railways' power, passed over the site of the high altar.
By this means you many define ex ungue leonem, as the diverb is, by his thumb alone the bigness of Hercules […]
New York is becoming a frontier town all over again." Now, in the puritanical frontier town in Arizona where I spent a life puzzling out good-and-bad, one was permitted to be a deep-throater, or a phony, or— left unchecked— even a publisher.
