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July 24, 2007

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Basil Seal

My Dear Father M...I am glad to hear you are raising the sartorial standards of the priesthood in Washington. Keep up the good works and please give Miss Eden a few lessons on PP humour...

Lorraine

Father M.,

What a small world we live in! I have attended Theology on Tap, though not for many months past. As a matter of fact, I am well-acquainted with the coordinator from our days together at Christendom College. In any case, how splendid that Miss Eden settled herself in this area. I hope to hear her speak one of these days, as her book receives high praise from all the right nooks and crannies of the blogsphere.

Mrs. Peperium

Lorraine, you live in the D.C. area? And you went to Christendom?

I've only recently become aware of Christendom as we are recent converts to Catholicism. Tell me, is it true that the physical charms of Christendom girls rival those over at Sweet Briar? If so, this may be just the school for Roger Kimball's future daughter-in-law. I'm very keen on nice schools for nice girls.

Last night I was reading your comments aloud to Mr. P. He's much in agreement with you. He's just been a mixutre of too tired and too busy to weigh in.

Andrew Cusack

Miss Eden's migration is a gain for the District of Columbia, but a loss for New York. (All the interesting people are fleeing this sinking ship!).

Good Fr. M, you must admit it is somewhat silly for Washington to be an archdiocese (or perhaps even a diocese). It only distracts from the three primacies in our country: Baltimore, the primacy of honor; New York, the primacy of fame; and Los Angeles, the primacy of disgrace.

Andrew Cusack

(I should state that were I the Emperor and I had the Pope over for tea, I would suggest disestablishing the Archdiocese of Washington and locating the capital within the See of Baltimore).

Lorraine

Yes, on both counts.

I must plead ignorance of the charms of Sweet Briar girls and prejudice toward the friends of my youth, but I think I can honestly say that Christendom boasts the presence of many sweet and lovely ladies.

I look forward to reading Mr. P's thoughts. My grasp of current events is tenebrous at best, but occasionally I make a stab at issues, employing a method more connatural than empirical.

Andrew Cusack

Lorraine, you have been praying too long at tenebrae (though a bit out of season) and it has affected your choice of words!

Father M.

Basil,
It's your sartorial guidance rubbing off on me. We'll give Dawn a little Wodehouse, a little Waugh and a little Saki by way of a Rosetta Stone so as to decipher the mysteries of Patum Peperium.

Mr. Cusack,
Washington may not be the Rome of the West but hey it is the Nation's Capital such as it is. The only suffragan See under it is, no joke, the Diocese of St. Thomas, USVI. The connection between Washington and St. Thomas makes the Archbishop of Washington a member of the Carribbean and Latin American Bishop's Confrences... Handy for those necessary Provincial winter meetings.

Lorraine,
You know our wonderful Mary Rose? My first priestly assignment was in Winchester and so I know many members of the Christendom community. You should definitely come to more Theology on Tap nights and Mr. Cusack should come down as well.

Lorraine

Mr. Cusack,

Hurrah! Now I truly deserve the appellation traditionalist, for Latinate descriptions roll off my tongue unbidden.

Lorraine

Fr. M.,

Miss L. and I shared many of the same friends, opinions and diversions at Christendom. Unfortunately, I see very little of her these days. We enjoyed a long visit last summer at a Baptism party, but met up infrequently in the months following.

D.C. is nearby, but not right around the corner for me. Nonetheless, I should make my way there more often and for other purposes than fine dining or concerts.

Mrs. Peperium

Where, oh where to begin? How about right here:

"Miss Eden's migration is a gain for the District of Columbia, but a loss for New York. (All the interesting people are fleeing this sinking ship!)."

Mr. Cusack, most respectfully, you don't know what sinking is until you've been sinking in Detroit for nearly 19 years...

"I must plead ignorance of the charms of Sweet Briar girls and prejudice toward the friends of my youth"

Lorraine, friends of my youth? Surely this cannot be. Why you sound very youthful. You haven't like Miss Austen did at 23, donned the lampshade hat, have you? The lampshade hat was the hat ladies, young or old, donned to indicate they had decided marriage was not for them. In Miss Austen's case, the man she fancied had died and, I guess, he was the only one for her. This question more than borders on the highly personal and therefore you are not at all required to respond to it, I just wanted to say you sound quite youthful.

"Basil, It's your sartorial guidance rubbing off on me. "

Father M., I'm am so glad to hear that is all of Basil that is rubbing off on you. He's quite naughty.

And "You should definitely come to more Theology on Tap nights and Mr. Cusack should come down as well."

I second that. Except careful Father M. Lorraine is known for breaking out into Jacobite songs and Mr. Cusack was once in a pub in Scotland where a mutton-dressed-as-lamber, dropped a tuppence in his pint and said "The Queen is drowning, save her."

I cannot for the life of me recall if Mr. Cusack did save the Queen...

"Hurrah! Now I truly deserve the appellation traditionalist, for Latinate descriptions roll off my tongue unbidden."

Kindly remember that this blog is run by a member of the great unwashed (translation: completely illiterate in Latin) If Latin is used, please provide translation for us lower beings. Young Fogey has to do this with his heraldic thingummys too... Thank you.


Andrew Cusack

"...and Mr. Cusack was once in a pub in Scotland where a mutton-dressed-as-lamber, dropped a tuppence in his pint and said 'The Queen is drowning, save her.'"

It wasn't tuppence, but a pound coin. And it was a fair young lady, certainly not mutton-dressed-as-lamb!

"I cannot for the life of me recall if Mr. Cusack did save the Queen..."

Let's just say I took my time.

Lorraine

Mrs. P.,

I protest. Must a girl wait until the grave stands before her to give her friends their proper title?

As to my Latin pretensions, please take them with several generous pinches of salt...maybe even a heaping tsp. That said, Mr. Cusack put me in mind of one of the loveliest Lenten pieces I've ever sung, or heard for that matter. When the proper season returns, you must seek out a recording of Ingegneri's solemn "Tenebrae Factae Sunt."
http://music.barnesandnoble.com/search/mediaplayer.asp?ean=013491317427&z=y&track=21&disc=1

Robbo the Llama Butcher

I say, I'm afraid I must step forth at this point. You may hurl all the taunts you wish at my Palie self in re the subject of chastity. I've nothing (at least in the past 17 years) to be ashamed of, and anyhoo, if there is some Black Velvet in it for me, then so much the better.

HOWEVAH, I must point out that not only is my lovely wife a Sweet Briar girl, so are both my sister and my God-mother. Therefore, should anybody sully the fair name of that institution, or suggest that it should take second place to any other in terms of the, ha, charms of its inmates, well I shall have no other choice than to demand an explanation.

Mrs. Peperium

Robbo, hey, you're the one referring to the girls as inmates. I have know other choice than to demand an explanation...Sweet Briar is a well-know institution, isn't it?

Lorraine, I may have heard it. Mr. P spins the records at our house because when he met me, he found not one but 2 Monkees albums, 1 Michael Jackson (Ben) and most ashamedly, Madonna's Blue album in my record collection - (the U2 albums didn't help either). I told them they were just for parties. He said I was not too be trusted in things musical and took away my buying privileges...for life...

However, about 9 years ago, he did buy me my favorite piece of Lenten music and really favorite piece anytime of year: Pergolesi's Stabat Mater...

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