An Afternoon Fishing, 1917
Art Renewal Center
Words are simply delicious. Yesterday I was reviewing intervals with one of my piano students. When we came to eighths I said, “You rarely hear the term eighths; normally we say octaves.” She sucked in her breath, eyes as big as stop signs, and repeated, “Eighths – octaves! Like octagon! I. never. knew. that. before.” Cha-ching!!
will no doubt strike some readers as irrelevant, since it is
an early twentieth-century, not a medieval work;
and the incident Chesterton gives us–
Alfred’s vision of the Virgin–
has no historical basis.
But for me, as in my earlier recommendation
of Kristin Lavransdatter,
there is here a genuine evocation of the feeling and fabric
of the High Middle Ages that is worthy of our attention. ☼ ☼ ☼
Enlighten the dark corners of this neglected dwelling
and scatter there Thy cheerful beams.