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Sunday, July 1, 2012
Sunday Drive: I Dreamt I Dwelt in Marble Halls
I've heard of the title many times over the years, but not until today have I ever heard the song. It's lovely. From the 1936 film version of the 1843 opera, The Bohemian Girl, with a bit of comedy relief thrown in:
If you click around on YouTube, you can find other delightful versions by Joan Sutherland, Celtic Woman, and Enya, among others.
Actually, when you are there in Versailles, there is so much ostentation that you are glad to get out! Even the "Petit Trianon" which was Marie Antoinette's little sheperdesse's cottage, has a ballroom and a snooker room! A bit like my home here, but not so famous! Bon Chance!
I got to visit once, the salle des glaces and the chambre de la reine were breathtaking. Alas, I was there in the middle of Europe's biggest drought for 300 years, so not a one of the fountains was working. But it was a thrill just the same.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.
4 comments:
You can't beat Laurel and Hardy for a bit of culture!
How did you get that photo of my conservatory by the way? ;)
My spies are everywhere. But you have good taste.
Actually, when you are there in Versailles, there is so much ostentation that you are glad to get out! Even the "Petit Trianon"
which was Marie Antoinette's little sheperdesse's cottage, has a ballroom and a snooker room! A bit like my home here, but not so famous! Bon Chance!
I got to visit once, the salle des glaces and the chambre de la reine were breathtaking. Alas, I was there in the middle of Europe's biggest drought for 300 years, so not a one of the fountains was working. But it was a thrill just the same.
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