Do the dead frighten you?
As I pen these words to leave a lasting record, I wonder myself where it all began.
But walking through it all was one thing; walking away, unfortunately, has proved to be quite another, and though once I thought I had left that ravine forever on an April afternoon long ago, now I am...
I have only to glance over my shoulder for all those years to drop away and I see it behind me again, the ravine, rising all green and black through the saplings, a picture that will never leave me.
That belief in Christ is to some a matter of life and death has been a stumbling block for readers who would prefer to think it a matter of no great consequence.
We end up populating what we call the intelligentsia with people who are delusional, literally mentally deranged, simply because they never have to pay for the consequences of their actions, repeating...
I kako ovaj tvoj spis ne ide ni za čim drugim nego da uništi ugled i vlast koju i među svijetom i među svjetinom uživaju viteške knjige, ne treba ti prosjačiti sentencije od filozofa, rečenice iz Svet...
What if, this time, you fall?
Still less could I be afraid of those ghosts who touch my thoughts in passing. Any library is filled with them. I can take a book from dusty shelves, and be haunted by the thoughts of one long dead, s...