The quotes on my sidebar are taken from the 'Ballad of the White Horse' by G.K. Chesterton, a truly awesome work that I encourage everyone to read.
"Now two blasts, the hunting sign, Because we turn to bay; But I will not blow the three blasts, Till we be lost or they. And now I blow the hunting sign, Charge some by rule and rod; But when I blow the battle sign, Charge all and go to God."
"Up across windy wastes and up Went Alfred over the shaws, Shaken of the joy of giants, The joy without a cause. And he set to rhyme his ale-measures, And he sang aloud his laws, Because of the joy of the giants, The joy without a cause."
"When our last bow is broken, And our last javelin cast, Under some sad, green evening sky, Holding a ruined cross on high, Under warm westland grass to lie, Shall we come home at last?"
Some Books I Am Reading
The Letters of C.S. Lewis
The King Arthur Trilogy by Rosemary Sutcliff
Four Faultless Felons by Chesterton
The Mind of the Maker by Dorothy Sayers
Lord Peter Wimsey by Dorothy Sayers
Instant Physics by Tony Rothman
Castle Dangerous by Sir Walter Scott
The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien
Orthodoxy by Chesterton
The Complete Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott
Galileo's Daughter by Sobel
Kenilworth by Sir Walter Scott
The Holy War by John Bunyan
The New World by Winston Churchill
Paradise Lost by Milton
Henry V by Shakespeare
Fearfully and Wonderfully Made by Brand
The Complete Stories of Father Brown by Chesterton
Don Quixote by Cervantes
"I tell you naught for your comfort, Yea, naught for your desire, Save that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher. Night shall be thrice night over you, And heaven an iron cope. Do you have joy without a cause, Yea, faith without a hope?"
My Favorite Books Of All Time
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy
The Silmarillion
The Hobbit
The Chronicles of Narnia
Till We Have Faces
The Ballad of the White Horse
Lilith
Hereward the Wake
Idylls of the King
The Talisman
Ivanhoe
Ben Hur
"On you is fallen the shadow, And not upon the Name; And though we scatter And though we fly, And you hang over us like the sky, You are more tired of victory, Than we are tired of shame."
"Brothers at arms," said Alfred, "On this side lies the foe; Are slavery and starvation flowers, That you should pluck them so?" Or if before the red cock crow All we, a thousand strong, Go down the dark road to God's house, Singing a Wessex song?"
"Ride through the silent earthquake lands, Wide as a waste is wide, Across these days like deserts, when Pride and a little scratching pen Have dried and split the hearts of men, Heart of the heroes, ride."
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