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The unaccounted-for dildos.A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. At St Michael's church hall, Jenna was making the most of her day off from work. That was the good thing about being part-time. Getting Mondays off. The downside? Monday was the day her husband started writing his sermon. In desperation, she'd agreed to help the ladies of the Mother's Union out at the church hall. It was more interesting than listening to Simon read out long paragraphs. The MU ladies were elderly, but fun to talk too. And boy, did they love to gossip. As a vicar's wife, she'd become privy to all sorts of information. However, Jenna wasn't one for such tittle-tattle, and would just politely humor the nosey old dears."Excuse me, a stressed-looking delivery man said, knocking on the church hall door. Parcel here for St Michael's Mother's Union?""Hi! I'll take that off your hands," Jenna said. "I have a feeling this is the box of long overdue advent calendars everyone's been moaning about.""Nothing to do with me," the man replied. "Blame the guys at the other end. We're short-staffed.""I understand," Jenna replied, signing for the parcel. "You're doing a wonderful job. Have a wonderful Christmas!""Uh; cheers," the man muttered, not used to compliments."No use selling these at the Christmas Fair seeing as that was yesterday, and we're four days into December." Jenna said, as she set the box on a table. "What can we do with thirty advent calendars? I know. I could extract all the chocolate pieces, recycle the packaging; put the chocolate in a big bowl and the children could help themselves at next week's service;“She opened the box and got a shock at what was contained within."Holy; she;“"I say, Mrs. Morris, whatever's that?"Jenna jumped as one of the Mother's Union members returned from the hall kitchen."Er, hello Mrs. Grimes it's a;“"A horse's saddle? What ruddy great twerp donated that?""Um;“"We've had some strange donations over the years, but this! It takes the biscuit! Just look at this!" She rummaged in the box and pulled out a riding crop, mask and blinkers. "A job lot of horse tack! Did Frankie Dettori donate it?""Perhaps?" Jenna replied, trying to keep a straight face as the elderly woman held up an enormous purple dildo, shaped like a horse penis, and looked at it in utter confusion."This must be for giving liquid medicine to horses.""Last year, someone donated a bus stop sign, a chamber pot and a false leg," another woman piped up. "The bus stop sign was really popular. We got fifty quid for it.""How ridiculous!" Mrs. Grimes replied. "We can't sell this at the Advent tombola. No horsey folk round here. You might as well take it down to the charity shop; or mail it to Aintree racecourse;“"Er; I'll stick to the charity shop, Mrs. Grimes. Think of the postage cost.""Ah, yes. Good thinking. Right, well, I'll leave it up to you then.""I'll get rid of it," Jenna said, then spotted an invoice. Unfolding it, her eyes widened. "Shit; I must get this stuff to Norman before anyone else sees it and realizes what it actually is!" She chuckled. "I bet Gladys is behind it! Absolutely shameless!"Jenna admired the old lady. "I hope I can have fun like that if I live to be as old as her. She's got the right attitude."Hurrying out of the church hall with the big box, she didn't look where she was going and bumped into someone."Oh, I'm so sorry!" she spluttered, as the box fell to the ground, some of its contents tumbling out."That's quite alright, you look loaded up," the man replied. "Ah! Simon's dear wife. Nice to meet you again, my dear!" He shook her hand."Oh; Reverend Fletcher! If you're looking for Simon, he's at the vicarage, writing his;“ She froze as he bent down and picked up a horse mask and dildo."My, my. Is this a Secret Santa for the good vicar, eh?" Reverend Fletcher chuckled."It's not mine," Jenna replied quickly. "It was delivered to the hall by mistake.""I bet it belongs to the organist, am I right?" Reverend Fletcher gave her a wink, but behind the jolly old man facade, lay a less pleasant character, and Jenna was immediately on her guard. She reached into her pocket."I've no idea who this stuff belongs to, but it's not Gordon, I can assure you," Jenna replied. "Either a mix-up or a prank. We do get people donating adult-themed items to church jumble sales for a laugh."Reverend Fletcher wasn't fooled. "Oh come, come, dear Mrs. Morris. I think it's just the sort of thing the organist; and that little; filly who was helping him play the organ, would enjoy! I didn't get a chance to speak to the filly; do you know her name?"Jenna didn't give anything away. "Reverend Fletcher, Gordon's private life is none of my business. And if you're hinting he was doing something inappropriate during the Sunday service, well you're mistaken.""Is that so?" The old vicar pulled out his smartphone and showed her the video he'd filmed."Now I may be old, but I know fellatio when I see it, my dear. Is your good husband aware of what the church organist is getting up to?"Jenna tried to remain composed. "Reverend Fletcher. I had no idea this had occurred, and neither has Simon. I will inform him immediately and he will have words with Gordon. Thank you for bringing this safeguarding concern to my attention. We will ensure this never happens again. Now, if I could ask you to delete that piece of video footage.""I think not," Reverend Fletcher replied. "I think I'll hang on to it for now. Unless of course, you know the name of the lass in the video? I'd quite like to meet her.""I've no idea who she is," Jenna replied. "Never seen her before. Gordon tutors many people. He's single and it's no secret that he's had a lot of dates. Look, there's a privacy issue here, Reverend. It's in your best interests to delete that video;“ She racked her brain, wondering how to deal with this escalating situation. What a creep this man was!"First time he'd ever done that whilst playing the organ, I'm willing to bet? Lucky fella. Some men have all the luck. During the church service too. I've dreamed of something similar happening to me. Do you know, I woke up this morning, with the most powerful hard-on I'd had in years;“"Did you really?" Jenna replied, an idea forming in her mind."Yes. In fact I'm getting hard again, just talking about it." He wasn't lying. Jenna noticed the bulge tenting up his black trousers.God, that's impressive, she thought. This man was horrid, but was pitching one hell of a tent. I wonder if; well I have to try. I can't have anyone trying to harm Gordon or Miya. It was time to take one for the team."Reverend Fletcher," she began, running her hand down his face. "Forget the little thing playing Gordon's organ. If you were to attend our Wednesday service; I could worship you in ways that'll make you thankful God made you a man. I give you my word."The reverend's eyes widened in wonder. The vicar's wife; actually trying to seduce him? This was too good to refuse."My God; I'll be there! What do you have in mind?" He was almost salivating with arousal."Well you'll have to wait and see, won't you? But first;“ she snatched the phone from his hand and deleted the video."No!" He exclaimed. "Oh okay, fair enough, you win. Can I have it back now?""No Reverend. I'll just hang on to it until after the Wednesday service. Just two days. I'm sure you can manage without a smartphone for two days. You have a landline phone at home don't you? Because you phoned Simon from it last night.""Yes I do; but the smartphone is the only way I can access the Internet! I don't have a laptop or tablet at home. I use that smartphone for everything! It's got private stuff on there. My internet banking app!""Don't worry, I won't look at anything. We'll just log out of the app and everything will be just fine. There. All done! If you need to go online, the library is open. I promise you'll get it back after the Wednesday service. You'd better be there.""Mrs. Morris; please!" Reverend Fletcher yelled.Jenna hurried to her car as fast as she could. So far, so good. She'd spared Gordon and Miya any embarrassment."Of course, the dirty old goat could've uploaded the video to PornHub, made backups. I've got to pay a visit to Gladys' grandson Dwaine. He's an absolute tech ace. He'll be able to check if that video is truly deleted; and if it's floating around porn land;“She sped out of the church hall car park. "Good thing I recorded all that on my own phone too." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and switched it off."I am still curious to see that cock of his," she said to herself as she drove through the town center. "The Devil makes work for very frustrated, horny men;“It had been far too long since she'd brought salvation to a different man of the church.A Christmas Miracle.It was Christmas Eve, and the fourth Sunday of Advent. At St Michael's church, the morning service was being led by Reverend Fletcher; who unknown to him, was about to give the most stimulating sermon of his life;"What's this old padré doing here again?" Gordon muttered, as he noticed Fletcher head up to the pulpit."Jenna told me that she'd personally invited him back in order to do the sermon today. Because Simon's sermons are so boring," Miya whispered."Ah! That makes perfect sense!" the organist replied. "Good old Jenna, always thinking of ways to make this church more enjoyable, eh?""Yup, that's my cousin. Full of Christian mercy!"They both giggled, unaware of the real reason Reverend Fletcher was here. And the service, for him was about to get a lot more interesting."Brothers and sisters, it gives me great;“ the reverend paused as he felt something - or someone fumble under his purple vestments."pleasure, to be addressing you all today."And then the sound of the zip on his trousers being pulled down.He twitched nervously, trying to retain his composure.As the congregation sat in the pews, lost in prayer and contemplation, a single bead of perspiration trickled down the Rev. Fletcher's brow. It wasn't from the Advent candles burning nearby, but from the passion that burned within him. He now knew that today's sermon would be unlike any other he had ever delivered, and it wasn't just because of its unique message of love and acceptance. The old vicar didn't dare move from the pulpit, as all eyes were on him. He'd just have to tough it out;In the cramped space inside the pulpit, Jenna was impressed as she pulled down the old man's white boxer shorts, revealing the thick, meaty length of him, already half-hard with anticipation. Quite a tasty-looking cock, she had to admit. She wrapped her lips around the tip, feeling the warmth and weight of him fill her mouth. Reverend Fletcher's voice grew hoarse as he continued to read, his hips starting to move involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into her mouth.The Reverend Fletcher was old, really old, but his cock was something to behold. It was as if time had stopped at his groin, leaving him with a magnificent, thick shaft that seemed to defy the laws of nature. Jenna couldn't help but continue to be amazed as she sucked him harder. As bad as this chap had been, his impressive cock deserved her full attention.Over at the organ, Gordon was impressed by this far more interesting sermon."Well he might resemble something from the Pickwick Papers, but he writes a much better paragraph than our Reverend Morris! I guess it's because he's older and more experienced?""Yeah, I liked that bit where he said there should be only good vibes at Christmas and Jesus being born in a stable because the NHS waiting lists were too long. That was funny!" Miya whispered back."The old boy looks to have high blood pressure," Gordon mused, noticing the sweat running down the vicar's forehead. "Reminds me of something; hell, it's bloody freezing in this church, but he looks like he's been sat in a sauna."Reverend Fletcher's voice trembled slightly as he continued to enthrall the congregation with a Christmas-themed sermon like no other. They assumed his wavering composure was normal for him."This guy is on fire," Miya said, also captivated. "He knows how to entertain an audience!""Looks to me like he's rather entertained himself! Look how he's gripping the pulpit there - his fingernails have turned white. And the way he's thrusting slightly; looks like he's humping the thing!""Gordy, you have a naughty mind!""Hmm, I wonder where I get it from?" He stared at the old vicar again. "It might be just me, but he doesn't look well;“In front of the pulpit, Reverend Morris was listening intently to his mentor's words. I truly learned from the best, he thought. Thanks to Horatius, I am able to write wonderful sermons! It was so nice of Jenna to invite him to conduct our morning service. He glanced at the seated congregation, and saw no sign of his wife anywhere.That's odd. I swore I saw her sitting at the front before. She's missing this amazing sermon. Maybe she had to go to the ladies;As Reverend Fletcher's climax approached, his heart raced with an unfamiliar urgency. The words on the page of his sermon began to blur, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body. He looked down, only to see Jenna the vicar's wife, her lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes locked on his. It was then that he realized his heart condition had worsened, and the pleasure of the moment was quickly replaced by fear.With a loud gasp, he slumped forward onto the pulpit, his weight pulling Jenna away from him. She looked up at him, concern etched on her face, as he struggled to catch his breath. And then, with a final heave, he staggered towards the pulpit steps, then collapsed on the floor, motionless.Someone screamed."Oh my God! Call 9 9 9!"Norman the churchwarden quickly pulled out his phone and called an ambulance. Everything seemed to unfold in slow motion for a few moments.It was then that Gordon sprang into action, leaping over the shelf at the side of the organ like a gazelle. His black, open-fronted gown billowed behind him like a superhero's cape."I'm a trained first-aider," he yelled. "He's gone into cardiac arrest!"As Gordon began performing CPR on Reverend Fletcher, Miya watched in stunned amazement. Some small children at the front of the church started crying, and were led away by anxious parents."Please God, don't let him die," Reverend Morris begged, praying quietly, as they waited for the ambulance to arrive.The entire church was in uproar, and the churchwarden struggled to calm the panicking congregation."Ladies and gents please, I must ask you to sit quietly or if you wish to leave, please can you do so in an orderly manner. In the chaos, Jenna managed to creep out of the hollow in the pulpit, unseen, and hurry off."Oh this is a nightmare," Reverend Morris sobbed, wiping away tears, as the organist continued giving chest compressions. "On Christmas Eve as well, and the defibrillator we had installed got stolen just a few days ago!"Seconds later, Jenna suddenly appeared at his side. "Oh Simon," she panted."He's breathing!"A chorus of cheers erupted.The sound of a siren outside the church was heard. Norman directed the paramedics into the church."Dear God, have our prayers been answered?" Reverend Morris asked his wife.Jenna bit her lip. "I sure hope so." She turned away. I don't want to have that on my conscience. The fact I killed a man by giving him a blowjob, she thought.As the paramedics carried the stricken Reverend Fletcher into the ambulance, everyone turned their attention to Gordon."Where's our organist?" Norman said. "The guy's a bloody hero!"Gordon was sat on the organ stool, resting, after his successful first aid."That was amazing, what you did just then," Miya said, her arm round his shoulders.He shrugged. "Just basic first aid," he muttered modestly."But you were so calm.""Inside I was screaming. I don't think I've been as afraid as that since; can't remember when. You know, being confronted with the harsh reality of death - right here in the church.""But you got his heart going again. He'll be okay.""Aye, let's hope so. Could still have another heart attack, or end up with brain damage if starved of oxygen for too long.""No Gordon, he'll be fine." Miya continued. "He's a vicar. God will keep him safe."He wasn't sure if she actually believed that or if she was just saying it to make him feel better. It did make him feel better, though."Mmm, you're right." He pulled her onto his lap and hugged her."I think my hero organist deserves a reward. How about a kiss for starters?" She flung her arms around him and kissed him full on the lips. The kiss developed into a full-blown snog, and just as Gordon was getting into it, they were interrupted."Here he is!" Norman shouted. "Oh; are we interrupting?"Gordon broke the kiss and looked embarrassed. "Er;“"Just giving my guy a hero's reward," Miya replied."Well done, Gordon," Reverend Morris said, shaking his hand. "Your quick actions there may just have saved Horatius' life."He's not just a talented organist," Miya interrupted. "He's my Gordy-pie!"Later;Reverend Fletcher slowly opened his eyes. There was an oxygen mask on his face and his vision was a little blurry."Uh;“"Horatius. It's me, Simon.""Who are you?""Your friend and former student, Simon Morris.""Are you really? Well that's jolly lovely! I didn't know I had a friend called Simon Morris.""What's up with him?" Jenna asked, cautiously approaching his bedside."Erm, he seems a bit confused. Maybe it's the after effects of what's happened to him.""Who's that?" Reverend Fletcher mumbled, straining his eyes to look at Jenna."This is Jenna, my wife.""Oh how nice for you, she looks a lovely lady.""He appears to have developed retrograde amnesia," Jenna said. "I wonder if it's just temporary?" Secretly, she was relieved."It's the strangest of things," Reverend Fletcher continued, becoming more aware of his surroundings. I can't remember what happened. But I was in a church of some sort. I was reading something. Then I saw the face of an angel. A beautiful angel, kneeling before me; very beautiful, a bit like your wife. Then, nothing but a bright, white light. It must've been the light of Heaven. But obviously God wasn't ready for my soul just yet. And so, he sent me back to Earth.""A near-death experience?" Reverend Morris said."I truly have seen the light. I've been given a second chance. A chance to become a better person, and live my life to the full. It's a miracle!""A Christmas miracle!" Jenna smiled.Outside in the hospital corridor, Gordon was anxiously waiting, along with Miya."Well; how is he?""Doctor says he should make a full recovery. But he'll need a pacemaker. He's been damned lucky, and your quick actions today saved his life. Apparently he's suffered from a dodgy ticker for years.""When he was reading the sermon, I got the feeling he wasn't well, Gordon said. "He was sweating profusely and trembling. And his voice was shaky. All classic signs of an imminent heart attack."Reverend Morris nodded. "There's one thing that the paramedics did mention, and it may be inappropriate to say this, but; well, when they removed his robes and examined him, he had a raging erection."Gordon burst out laughing. "Ah well that explains the heart attack then. Not enough blood to go round. It had all rushed to his knob! Well I suppose if the worst had happened and he'd snuffed it, he would've died happy, eh? Dying with a raging hard-on, not a bad way to go.""I wonder what on earth gave him an erection?" Miya wondered."Good speech? It was a very passionate sermon. Reminds me of that scene from the first Police Academy film. Ever seen that? The scene where the prostitute gives oral to the old copper whilst she's hiding in a podium. Only the old copper sees another bloke crawl out of the podium and thinks he did it.""I remember that film," Reverend Morris replied. "Ha-ha yes, that was a funny scene. I don't think that happened to the good Horatius Fletcher, although he claimed he saw the face of an angel before he collapsed."Jenna, stood beside her husband, just smiled and said nothing.Later still;"What a day," Gordon said, as he and Miya arrived back from dining out at the Scabby Horse, a country pub dating back to the 17th century."That restaurant was lovely. I've really enjoyed our first Christmas Eve together. It's been magical."Gordon removed the Santa hat he'd been wearing. "I'm so glad. After the trauma of this morning, then having to speak to the local press, it was a relief to finally relax!""Uh-oh," Miya groaned, noticing a car pulling up in front of the house. "Don't relax just yet. Mum's just arrived. She'd better not cause a scene! Oh why can't she just accept us? Your mum was really nice when I met her the first time."Catherine Leesmith was a fun-loving eighty-two year old, who'd welcomed her son's much younger girlfriend with open arms."Don't panic, maybe she just wants to talk," Gordon replied. "Good evening Mrs. Dickinson!""Oh my God! I watched BBC Northwest earlier." She turned to Gordon. "You were on the news. You; saved that vicar's life. Well done!""Well, I kept him alive until the paramedics came, yes." He awkwardly shuffled his feet.Miya's mum walked right up to him. "Gordon. I've said; some things. Things I regret. And whilst I still think the age gap between the two of you is far too wide, I;“Gordon and Miya held their breaths."I can see how happy you are together, so if you're happy, then I'm happy. You're a good man, Gordon. You've certainly brought out the best in Miya."Gordon smiled. "Thanks so much, Mrs. Dickinson.""Kathleen.""Um, right. Kathleen. Er, Miya, tell your mum the good news!""You're not pregnant are you?""No Mum! I've just passed my driving test!""Oh congratulations, love! All thanks to Gordon as well I suppose?""No, I'm not taking any credit," he said. "She did this all on her own and worked damned hard. I provided encouragement, that's all. Right, come in and let's all have a cuppa; or if you want something stronger, we've got mulled wine, gin, beer; anything you like."Miya hurried in first, thrilled that her mum had finally accepted her boyfriend."Gordon, I think Santa will be delivering a four-wheeled present tomorrow morning. I know you and my husband have been planning it for a while.""Oh yes," he replied, tapping his nose. "Shush. She doesn't suspect a thing."They all entered Gordon's house, and Miya's mum couldn't help but admire her daughter's boyfriend; or man-friend, as she preferred to call him.He's not my type, but quite attractive. And he has charisma, there's no doubt about that. There's something about him. He does cut a dashing figure in a suit and organist gown;At the ParsonageReverend Morris and Jenna decided to have an early night."I've always believed that you see something; otherworldly at the point of death," he said as he climbed into bed. "I just can't stop thinking about what Horatius Fletcher said. You know, about seeing an angel. Sorry to keep going on about it.""An angel must appear to reassure dying people that everything will be alright. Or in some cases maybe it takes the form of the dying person's loved one?" Jenna replied."Hmm, yes. Hard to fathom when you've never experienced it yourself. Oh well. At least we know Horatius will be okay. Not much of a Christmas for him, being stuck in hospital, but at least he's alive.""Yep," Jenna smiled, snuggling up to her husband.And with any luck, she thought to herself, he'll never fully regain his memory. He doesn't remember anything about filming Miya and Gordon, or how I took his phone and got Dwaine to erase it. He doesn't remember me inviting him to do the Sunday service either; or me sucking his cock. If he does eventually remember, people will just think he's round the bend;"Merry Christmas Jen.""Merry Christmas Simon."They kissed.The vicar fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, but Jenna wasn't quite ready to fall asleep just yet. When she was sure that her husband was well and truly in the arms of Morpheus, she slipped out of bed and picked up her smartphone off the bedside table. She hurried into the bathroom and shut the door. Switching on the phone, she opened a password-protected secure documents folder."Oh Gordon. I really do miss sucking that delicious thick cock of yours," she sighed as she fingered herself whilst watching the video of Miya and Gordon that Reverend Fletcher had filmed. So it hadn't been completely deleted after all. Dwaine had still been able to recover it using his expert coding skills; and transfer it to Jenna's phone. (For entirely personal use of course)!By Blacksheep. For Literotica

The unaccounted-for dildos.A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. At St Michael's church hall, Jenna was making the most of her day off from work. That was the good thing about being part-time. Getting Mondays off. The downside? Monday was the day her husband started writing his sermon. In desperation, she'd agreed to help the ladies of the Mother's Union out at the church hall. It was more interesting than listening to Simon read out long paragraphs. The MU ladies were elderly, but fun to talk too. And boy, did they love to gossip. As a vicar's wife, she'd become privy to all sorts of information. However, Jenna wasn't one for such tittle-tattle, and would just politely humor the nosey old dears."Excuse me, a stressed-looking delivery man said, knocking on the church hall door. Parcel here for St Michael's Mother's Union?""Hi! I'll take that off your hands," Jenna said. "I have a feeling this is the box of long overdue advent calendars everyone's been moaning about.""Nothing to do with me," the man replied. "Blame the guys at the other end. We're short-staffed.""I understand," Jenna replied, signing for the parcel. "You're doing a wonderful job. Have a wonderful Christmas!""Uh; cheers," the man muttered, not used to compliments."No use selling these at the Christmas Fair seeing as that was yesterday, and we're four days into December." Jenna said, as she set the box on a table. "What can we do with thirty advent calendars? I know. I could extract all the chocolate pieces, recycle the packaging; put the chocolate in a big bowl and the children could help themselves at next week's service;“She opened the box and got a shock at what was contained within."Holy; she;“"I say, Mrs. Morris, whatever's that?"Jenna jumped as one of the Mother's Union members returned from the hall kitchen."Er, hello Mrs. Grimes it's a;“"A horse's saddle? What ruddy great twerp donated that?""Um;“"We've had some strange donations over the years, but this! It takes the biscuit! Just look at this!" She rummaged in the box and pulled out a riding crop, mask and blinkers. "A job lot of horse tack! Did Frankie Dettori donate it?""Perhaps?" Jenna replied, trying to keep a straight face as the elderly woman held up an enormous purple dildo, shaped like a horse penis, and looked at it in utter confusion."This must be for giving liquid medicine to horses.""Last year, someone donated a bus stop sign, a chamber pot and a false leg," another woman piped up. "The bus stop sign was really popular. We got fifty quid for it.""How ridiculous!" Mrs. Grimes replied. "We can't sell this at the Advent tombola. No horsey folk round here. You might as well take it down to the charity shop; or mail it to Aintree racecourse;“"Er; I'll stick to the charity shop, Mrs. Grimes. Think of the postage cost.""Ah, yes. Good thinking. Right, well, I'll leave it up to you then.""I'll get rid of it," Jenna said, then spotted an invoice. Unfolding it, her eyes widened. "Shit; I must get this stuff to Norman before anyone else sees it and realizes what it actually is!" She chuckled. "I bet Gladys is behind it! Absolutely shameless!"Jenna admired the old lady. "I hope I can have fun like that if I live to be as old as her. She's got the right attitude."Hurrying out of the church hall with the big box, she didn't look where she was going and bumped into someone."Oh, I'm so sorry!" she spluttered, as the box fell to the ground, some of its contents tumbling out."That's quite alright, you look loaded up," the man replied. "Ah! Simon's dear wife. Nice to meet you again, my dear!" He shook her hand."Oh; Reverend Fletcher! If you're looking for Simon, he's at the vicarage, writing his;“ She froze as he bent down and picked up a horse mask and dildo."My, my. Is this a Secret Santa for the good vicar, eh?" Reverend Fletcher chuckled."It's not mine," Jenna replied quickly. "It was delivered to the hall by mistake.""I bet it belongs to the organist, am I right?" Reverend Fletcher gave her a wink, but behind the jolly old man facade, lay a less pleasant character, and Jenna was immediately on her guard. She reached into her pocket."I've no idea who this stuff belongs to, but it's not Gordon, I can assure you," Jenna replied. "Either a mix-up or a prank. We do get people donating adult-themed items to church jumble sales for a laugh."Reverend Fletcher wasn't fooled. "Oh come, come, dear Mrs. Morris. I think it's just the sort of thing the organist; and that little; filly who was helping him play the organ, would enjoy! I didn't get a chance to speak to the filly; do you know her name?"Jenna didn't give anything away. "Reverend Fletcher, Gordon's private life is none of my business. And if you're hinting he was doing something inappropriate during the Sunday service, well you're mistaken.""Is that so?" The old vicar pulled out his smartphone and showed her the video he'd filmed."Now I may be old, but I know fellatio when I see it, my dear. Is your good husband aware of what the church organist is getting up to?"Jenna tried to remain composed. "Reverend Fletcher. I had no idea this had occurred, and neither has Simon. I will inform him immediately and he will have words with Gordon. Thank you for bringing this safeguarding concern to my attention. We will ensure this never happens again. Now, if I could ask you to delete that piece of video footage.""I think not," Reverend Fletcher replied. "I think I'll hang on to it for now. Unless of course, you know the name of the lass in the video? I'd quite like to meet her.""I've no idea who she is," Jenna replied. "Never seen her before. Gordon tutors many people. He's single and it's no secret that he's had a lot of dates. Look, there's a privacy issue here, Reverend. It's in your best interests to delete that video;“ She racked her brain, wondering how to deal with this escalating situation. What a creep this man was!"First time he'd ever done that whilst playing the organ, I'm willing to bet? Lucky fella. Some men have all the luck. During the church service too. I've dreamed of something similar happening to me. Do you know, I woke up this morning, with the most powerful hard-on I'd had in years;“"Did you really?" Jenna replied, an idea forming in her mind."Yes. In fact I'm getting hard again, just talking about it." He wasn't lying. Jenna noticed the bulge tenting up his black trousers.God, that's impressive, she thought. This man was horrid, but was pitching one hell of a tent. I wonder if; well I have to try. I can't have anyone trying to harm Gordon or Miya. It was time to take one for the team."Reverend Fletcher," she began, running her hand down his face. "Forget the little thing playing Gordon's organ. If you were to attend our Wednesday service; I could worship you in ways that'll make you thankful God made you a man. I give you my word."The reverend's eyes widened in wonder. The vicar's wife; actually trying to seduce him? This was too good to refuse."My God; I'll be there! What do you have in mind?" He was almost salivating with arousal."Well you'll have to wait and see, won't you? But first;“ she snatched the phone from his hand and deleted the video."No!" He exclaimed. "Oh okay, fair enough, you win. Can I have it back now?""No Reverend. I'll just hang on to it until after the Wednesday service. Just two days. I'm sure you can manage without a smartphone for two days. You have a landline phone at home don't you? Because you phoned Simon from it last night.""Yes I do; but the smartphone is the only way I can access the Internet! I don't have a laptop or tablet at home. I use that smartphone for everything! It's got private stuff on there. My internet banking app!""Don't worry, I won't look at anything. We'll just log out of the app and everything will be just fine. There. All done! If you need to go online, the library is open. I promise you'll get it back after the Wednesday service. You'd better be there.""Mrs. Morris; please!" Reverend Fletcher yelled.Jenna hurried to her car as fast as she could. So far, so good. She'd spared Gordon and Miya any embarrassment."Of course, the dirty old goat could've uploaded the video to PornHub, made backups. I've got to pay a visit to Gladys' grandson Dwaine. He's an absolute tech ace. He'll be able to check if that video is truly deleted; and if it's floating around porn land;“She sped out of the church hall car park. "Good thing I recorded all that on my own phone too." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and switched it off."I am still curious to see that cock of his," she said to herself as she drove through the town center. "The Devil makes work for very frustrated, horny men;“It had been far too long since she'd brought salvation to a different man of the church.A Christmas Miracle.It was Christmas Eve, and the fourth Sunday of Advent. At St Michael's church, the morning service was being led by Reverend Fletcher; who unknown to him, was about to give the most stimulating sermon of his life;"What's this old padré doing here again?" Gordon muttered, as he noticed Fletcher head up to the pulpit."Jenna told me that she'd personally invited him back in order to do the sermon today. Because Simon's sermons are so boring," Miya whispered."Ah! That makes perfect sense!" the organist replied. "Good old Jenna, always thinking of ways to make this church more enjoyable, eh?""Yup, that's my cousin. Full of Christian mercy!"They both giggled, unaware of the real reason Reverend Fletcher was here. And the service, for him was about to get a lot more interesting."Brothers and sisters, it gives me great;“ the reverend paused as he felt something - or someone fumble under his purple vestments."pleasure, to be addressing you all today."And then the sound of the zip on his trousers being pulled down.He twitched nervously, trying to retain his composure.As the congregation sat in the pews, lost in prayer and contemplation, a single bead of perspiration trickled down the Rev. Fletcher's brow. It wasn't from the Advent candles burning nearby, but from the passion that burned within him. He now knew that today's sermon would be unlike any other he had ever delivered, and it wasn't just because of its unique message of love and acceptance. The old vicar didn't dare move from the pulpit, as all eyes were on him. He'd just have to tough it out;In the cramped space inside the pulpit, Jenna was impressed as she pulled down the old man's white boxer shorts, revealing the thick, meaty length of him, already half-hard with anticipation. Quite a tasty-looking cock, she had to admit. She wrapped her lips around the tip, feeling the warmth and weight of him fill her mouth. Reverend Fletcher's voice grew hoarse as he continued to read, his hips starting to move involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into her mouth.The Reverend Fletcher was old, really old, but his cock was something to behold. It was as if time had stopped at his groin, leaving him with a magnificent, thick shaft that seemed to defy the laws of nature. Jenna couldn't help but continue to be amazed as she sucked him harder. As bad as this chap had been, his impressive cock deserved her full attention.Over at the organ, Gordon was impressed by this far more interesting sermon."Well he might resemble something from the Pickwick Papers, but he writes a much better paragraph than our Reverend Morris! I guess it's because he's older and more experienced?""Yeah, I liked that bit where he said there should be only good vibes at Christmas and Jesus being born in a stable because the NHS waiting lists were too long. That was funny!" Miya whispered back."The old boy looks to have high blood pressure," Gordon mused, noticing the sweat running down the vicar's forehead. "Reminds me of something; hell, it's bloody freezing in this church, but he looks like he's been sat in a sauna."Reverend Fletcher's voice trembled slightly as he continued to enthrall the congregation with a Christmas-themed sermon like no other. They assumed his wavering composure was normal for him."This guy is on fire," Miya said, also captivated. "He knows how to entertain an audience!""Looks to me like he's rather entertained himself! Look how he's gripping the pulpit there - his fingernails have turned white. And the way he's thrusting slightly; looks like he's humping the thing!""Gordy, you have a naughty mind!""Hmm, I wonder where I get it from?" He stared at the old vicar again. "It might be just me, but he doesn't look well;“In front of the pulpit, Reverend Morris was listening intently to his mentor's words. I truly learned from the best, he thought. Thanks to Horatius, I am able to write wonderful sermons! It was so nice of Jenna to invite him to conduct our morning service. He glanced at the seated congregation, and saw no sign of his wife anywhere.That's odd. I swore I saw her sitting at the front before. She's missing this amazing sermon. Maybe she had to go to the ladies;As Reverend Fletcher's climax approached, his heart raced with an unfamiliar urgency. The words on the page of his sermon began to blur, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body. He looked down, only to see Jenna the vicar's wife, her lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes locked on his. It was then that he realized his heart condition had worsened, and the pleasure of the moment was quickly replaced by fear.With a loud gasp, he slumped forward onto the pulpit, his weight pulling Jenna away from him. She looked up at him, concern etched on her face, as he struggled to catch his breath. And then, with a final heave, he staggered towards the pulpit steps, then collapsed on the floor, motionless.Someone screamed."Oh my God! Call 9 9 9!"Norman the churchwarden quickly pulled out his phone and called an ambulance. Everything seemed to unfold in slow motion for a few moments.It was then that Gordon sprang into action, leaping over the shelf at the side of the organ like a gazelle. His black, open-fronted gown billowed behind him like a superhero's cape."I'm a trained first-aider," he yelled. "He's gone into cardiac arrest!"

The unaccounted-for dildos.A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. At St Michael's church hall, Jenna was making the most of her day off from work. That was the good thing about being part-time. Getting Mondays off. The downside? Monday was the day her husband started writing his sermon. In desperation, she'd agreed to help the ladies of the Mother's Union out at the church hall. It was more interesting than listening to Simon read out long paragraphs. The MU ladies were elderly, but fun to talk too. And boy, did they love to gossip. As a vicar's wife, she'd become privy to all sorts of information. However, Jenna wasn't one for such tittle-tattle, and would just politely humor the nosey old dears."Excuse me, a stressed-looking delivery man said, knocking on the church hall door. Parcel here for St Michael's Mother's Union?""Hi! I'll take that off your hands," Jenna said. "I have a feeling this is the box of long overdue advent calendars everyone's been moaning about.""Nothing to do with me," the man replied. "Blame the guys at the other end. We're short-staffed.""I understand," Jenna replied, signing for the parcel. "You're doing a wonderful job. Have a wonderful Christmas!""Uh; cheers," the man muttered, not used to compliments."No use selling these at the Christmas Fair seeing as that was yesterday, and we're four days into December." Jenna said, as she set the box on a table. "What can we do with thirty advent calendars? I know. I could extract all the chocolate pieces, recycle the packaging; put the chocolate in a big bowl and the children could help themselves at next week's service;“She opened the box and got a shock at what was contained within."Holy; she;“"I say, Mrs. Morris, whatever's that?"Jenna jumped as one of the Mother's Union members returned from the hall kitchen."Er, hello Mrs. Grimes it's a;“"A horse's saddle? What ruddy great twerp donated that?""Um;“"We've had some strange donations over the years, but this! It takes the biscuit! Just look at this!" She rummaged in the box and pulled out a riding crop, mask and blinkers. "A job lot of horse tack! Did Frankie Dettori donate it?""Perhaps?" Jenna replied, trying to keep a straight face as the elderly woman held up an enormous purple dildo, shaped like a horse penis, and looked at it in utter confusion."This must be for giving liquid medicine to horses.""Last year, someone donated a bus stop sign, a chamber pot and a false leg," another woman piped up. "The bus stop sign was really popular. We got fifty quid for it.""How ridiculous!" Mrs. Grimes replied. "We can't sell this at the Advent tombola. No horsey folk round here. You might as well take it down to the charity shop; or mail it to Aintree racecourse;“"Er; I'll stick to the charity shop, Mrs. Grimes. Think of the postage cost.""Ah, yes. Good thinking. Right, well, I'll leave it up to you then.""I'll get rid of it," Jenna said, then spotted an invoice. Unfolding it, her eyes widened. "Shit; I must get this stuff to Norman before anyone else sees it and realizes what it actually is!" She chuckled. "I bet Gladys is behind it! Absolutely shameless!"Jenna admired the old lady. "I hope I can have fun like that if I live to be as old as her. She's got the right attitude."Hurrying out of the church hall with the big box, she didn't look where she was going and bumped into someone."Oh, I'm so sorry!" she spluttered, as the box fell to the ground, some of its contents tumbling out."That's quite alright, you look loaded up," the man replied. "Ah! Simon's dear wife. Nice to meet you again, my dear!" He shook her hand."Oh; Reverend Fletcher! If you're looking for Simon, he's at the vicarage, writing his;“ She froze as he bent down and picked up a horse mask and dildo."My, my. Is this a Secret Santa for the good vicar, eh?" Reverend Fletcher chuckled."It's not mine," Jenna replied quickly. "It was delivered to the hall by mistake.""I bet it belongs to the organist, am I right?" Reverend Fletcher gave her a wink, but behind the jolly old man facade, lay a less pleasant character, and Jenna was immediately on her guard. She reached into her pocket."I've no idea who this stuff belongs to, but it's not Gordon, I can assure you," Jenna replied. "Either a mix-up or a prank. We do get people donating adult-themed items to church jumble sales for a laugh."Reverend Fletcher wasn't fooled. "Oh come, come, dear Mrs. Morris. I think it's just the sort of thing the organist; and that little; filly who was helping him play the organ, would enjoy! I didn't get a chance to speak to the filly; do you know her name?"Jenna didn't give anything away. "Reverend Fletcher, Gordon's private life is none of my business. And if you're hinting he was doing something inappropriate during the Sunday service, well you're mistaken.""Is that so?" The old vicar pulled out his smartphone and showed her the video he'd filmed."Now I may be old, but I know fellatio when I see it, my dear. Is your good husband aware of what the church organist is getting up to?"Jenna tried to remain composed. "Reverend Fletcher. I had no idea this had occurred, and neither has Simon. I will inform him immediately and he will have words with Gordon. Thank you for bringing this safeguarding concern to my attention. We will ensure this never happens again. Now, if I could ask you to delete that piece of video footage.""I think not," Reverend Fletcher replied. "I think I'll hang on to it for now. Unless of course, you know the name of the lass in the video? I'd quite like to meet her.""I've no idea who she is," Jenna replied. "Never seen her before. Gordon tutors many people. He's single and it's no secret that he's had a lot of dates. Look, there's a privacy issue here, Reverend. It's in your best interests to delete that video;“ She racked her brain, wondering how to deal with this escalating situation. What a creep this man was!"First time he'd ever done that whilst playing the organ, I'm willing to bet? Lucky fella. Some men have all the luck. During the church service too. I've dreamed of something similar happening to me. Do you know, I woke up this morning, with the most powerful hard-on I'd had in years;“"Did you really?" Jenna replied, an idea forming in her mind."Yes. In fact I'm getting hard again, just talking about it." He wasn't lying. Jenna noticed the bulge tenting up his black trousers.God, that's impressive, she thought. This man was horrid, but was pitching one hell of a tent. I wonder if; well I have to try. I can't have anyone trying to harm Gordon or Miya. It was time to take one for the team."Reverend Fletcher," she began, running her hand down his face. "Forget the little thing playing Gordon's organ. If you were to attend our Wednesday service; I could worship you in ways that'll make you thankful God made you a man. I give you my word."The reverend's eyes widened in wonder. The vicar's wife; actually trying to seduce him? This was too good to refuse."My God; I'll be there! What do you have in mind?" He was almost salivating with arousal."Well you'll have to wait and see, won't you? But first;“ she snatched the phone from his hand and deleted the video."No!" He exclaimed. "Oh okay, fair enough, you win. Can I have it back now?""No Reverend. I'll just hang on to it until after the Wednesday service. Just two days. I'm sure you can manage without a smartphone for two days. You have a landline phone at home don't you? Because you phoned Simon from it last night.""Yes I do; but the smartphone is the only way I can access the Internet! I don't have a laptop or tablet at home. I use that smartphone for everything! It's got private stuff on there. My internet banking app!""Don't worry, I won't look at anything. We'll just log out of the app and everything will be just fine. There. All done! If you need to go online, the library is open. I promise you'll get it back after the Wednesday service. You'd better be there.""Mrs. Morris; please!" Reverend Fletcher yelled.Jenna hurried to her car as fast as she could. So far, so good. She'd spared Gordon and Miya any embarrassment."Of course, the dirty old goat could've uploaded the video to PornHub, made backups. I've got to pay a visit to Gladys' grandson Dwaine. He's an absolute tech ace. He'll be able to check if that video is truly deleted; and if it's floating around porn land;“She sped out of the church hall car park. "Good thing I recorded all that on my own phone too." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and switched it off."I am still curious to see that cock of his," she said to herself as she drove through the town center. "The Devil makes work for very frustrated, horny men;“It had been far too long since she'd brought salvation to a different man of the church.A Christmas Miracle.It was Christmas Eve, and the fourth Sunday of Advent. At St Michael's church, the morning service was being led by Reverend Fletcher; who unknown to him, was about to give the most stimulating sermon of his life;"What's this old padré doing here again?" Gordon muttered, as he noticed Fletcher head up to the pulpit."Jenna told me that she'd personally invited him back in order to do the sermon today. Because Simon's sermons are so boring," Miya whispered."Ah! That makes perfect sense!" the organist replied. "Good old Jenna, always thinking of ways to make this church more enjoyable, eh?""Yup, that's my cousin. Full of Christian mercy!"They both giggled, unaware of the real reason Reverend Fletcher was here. And the service, for him was about to get a lot more interesting."Brothers and sisters, it gives me great;“ the reverend paused as he felt something - or someone fumble under his purple vestments."pleasure, to be addressing you all today."And then the sound of the zip on his trousers being pulled down.He twitched nervously, trying to retain his composure.As the congregation sat in the pews, lost in prayer and contemplation, a single bead of perspiration trickled down the Rev. Fletcher's brow. It wasn't from the Advent candles burning nearby, but from the passion that burned within him. He now knew that today's sermon would be unlike any other he had ever delivered, and it wasn't just because of its unique message of love and acceptance. The old vicar didn't dare move from the pulpit, as all eyes were on him. He'd just have to tough it out;In the cramped space inside the pulpit, Jenna was impressed as she pulled down the old man's white boxer shorts, revealing the thick, meaty length of him, already half-hard with anticipation. Quite a tasty-looking cock, she had to admit. She wrapped her lips around the tip, feeling the warmth and weight of him fill her mouth. Reverend Fletcher's voice grew hoarse as he continued to read, his hips starting to move involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into her mouth.The Reverend Fletcher was old, really old, but his cock was something to behold. It was as if time had stopped at his groin, leaving him with a magnificent, thick shaft that seemed to defy the laws of nature. Jenna couldn't help but continue to be amazed as she sucked him harder. As bad as this chap had been, his impressive cock deserved her full attention.Over at the organ, Gordon was impressed by this far more interesting sermon."Well he might resemble something from the Pickwick Papers, but he writes a much better paragraph than our Reverend Morris! I guess it's because he's older and more experienced?""Yeah, I liked that bit where he said there should be only good vibes at Christmas and Jesus being born in a stable because the NHS waiting lists were too long. That was funny!" Miya whispered back."The old boy looks to have high blood pressure," Gordon mused, noticing the sweat running down the vicar's forehead. "Reminds me of something; hell, it's bloody freezing in this church, but he looks like he's been sat in a sauna."Reverend Fletcher's voice trembled slightly as he continued to enthrall the congregation with a Christmas-themed sermon like no other. They assumed his wavering composure was normal for him."This guy is on fire," Miya said, also captivated. "He knows how to entertain an audience!""Looks to me like he's rather entertained himself! Look how he's gripping the pulpit there - his fingernails have turned white. And the way he's thrusting slightly; looks like he's humping the thing!""Gordy, you have a naughty mind!""Hmm, I wonder where I get it from?" He stared at the old vicar again. "It might be just me, but he doesn't look well;“In front of the pulpit, Reverend Morris was listening intently to his mentor's words. I truly learned from the best, he thought. Thanks to Horatius, I am able to write wonderful sermons! It was so nice of Jenna to invite him to conduct our morning service. He glanced at the seated congregation, and saw no sign of his wife anywhere.That's odd. I swore I saw her sitting at the front before. She's missing this amazing sermon. Maybe she had to go to the ladies;As Reverend Fletcher's climax approached, his heart raced with an unfamiliar urgency. The words on the page of his sermon began to blur, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body. He looked down, only to see Jenna the vicar's wife, her lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes locked on his. It was then that he realized his heart condition had worsened, and the pleasure of the moment was quickly replaced by fear.With a loud gasp, he slumped forward onto the pulpit, his weight pulling Jenna away from him. She looked up at him, concern etched on her face, as he struggled to catch his breath. And then, with a final heave, he staggered towards the pulpit steps, then collapsed on the floor, motionless.Someone screamed."Oh my God! Call 9 9 9!"Norman the churchwarden quickly pulled out his phone and called an ambulance. Everything seemed to unfold in slow motion for a few moments.It was then that Gordon sprang into action, leaping over the shelf at the side of the organ like a gazelle. His black, open-fronted gown billowed behind him like a superhero's cape."I'm a trained first-aider," he yelled. "He's gone into cardiac arrest!"

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The second of three episodes inspired by David Campbell's mini-series on three remarkable brothers who ministered in 19th Century Scotland. This week we consider Horatius Bonar (1808–1889), pastor, author, and hymnwriter. We read David Campbell's article on him, an excerpt from Iain H. Murray, and then read a piece by Bonar himself critiquing the idea of 'religion without theology'. We close with a rendition of Bonar's hymn, Everlasting Light.   Featured Content: – 'Horatius Bonar—The second of the three Bonar brothers', David Campbell, Banner of Truth Magazine, Issue 722, November 2023. – Excerpt from 'Horatius Bonar (1808–1889) and his Writings', Iain H. Murray, Banner of Truth Magazine, Issue 314, November 1989. – 'Religion Without Theology' (taken from the preface of Catechisms of the Scottish Reformation, edited by Horatius Bonar, London 1866), featured in the Banner of Truth Magazine, Issue 93, June 1971. – 'Everlasting Life', a hymn of Horatius Bonar (public domain).   Featured Hymn: Everlasting Light 1 O everlasting Light! Shine graciously within; Brightest of all on earth that's bright, Come, shine away my sin. 2 O everlasting Truth! Truest of all that's true; Sure guide of erring age or youth, Lead me, and teach me too. 3 O everlasting Strength! Uphold me in the way; Bring me, in spite of foes, at length To joy, and light, and day. 4 O everlasting Love; Wellspring of grace and peace, Pour down Thy fullness from above, Bid doubt, and trouble cease. 5 O everlasting Rest! Lift off life's load of care; Relieve, revive this burdened breast, And ev'ry sorrow bear. 7 Thou art in heav'n our all; Our all on earth art Thou; Upon Thy glorious name we call: Lord Jesus, bless us now.   We are grateful to Mr. Jack Adair for singing this hymn.   Explore the work of the Banner of Truth: www.banneroftruth.org Subscribe to the Magazine (print/digital/both): www.banneroftruth.org/magazine Leave us a voice message: www.speakpipe.com/magazinepodcast

The first of three episodes inspired by David Campbell's mini-series on three remarkable brothers who ministered in 19th Century Scotland. This week we consider the life, ministry, and faithfulness of John James Bonar. Not as well known as his brothers Horatius and Andrew, his ministry unveils a steady commitment to parish ministry that eshewed distraction and worldly ambition.   Featured Content: – 'John James Bonar—The eldest of the three Bonar brothers', David Campbell, Banner of Truth Magazine, Issue 721, October 2023. – Excerpt from A Scottish Christian Heritage, by Iain H. Murray (Edinburgh: Banner of Truth, 2006), pages 160-161. Purchase: https://banneroftruth.org/store/history-biography/a-scottish-christian-heritage/ – 'Going Home', a hymn of Dr. John James Bonar, which appears in the Parting Memorial of John James Bonar, D. D., First Minister of Saint Andrew's Parish and Congregation, Greenock, Being some Record of Services in Connection with his Funeral (Greenock: James MacKelvie & Sons, 1892).   'Going Home'   'I'm going home!' the Saint exclaimed; Bright grew his closing eye; He thought of Jesus and his rest, And did not fear to die.   'I'm going home! I'm winged for flight To yonder peaceful clime; Prepared to go, I only wait My God's appointed time.   I'm going home, to dwell with Him Who bled and died for me; For He hath said that where He is There shall His servants be.   'I'm going home, transporting thought! Lord Jesus, quickly come, And bear my ransomed soul away To her celestial home!'   'I'm going home!' the Saint exclaimed; Bright grew his closing eye; He thought of Jesus and his rest, And did not fear to die.   We are grateful to Mr. Jack Adair for singing this hymn. The featured tune is 'Wallace'.   Explore the work of the Banner of Truth: www.banneroftruth.org Subscribe to the Magazine (print/digital/both): www.banneroftruth.org/magazine Leave us a voice message: www.speakpipe.com/magazinepodcast

Zaman zamana erişmez sen ânı hoşgör diyor şair. Anı yaşamak olarak bilinen Carpe Diem, “günü yakala” olarak Türkçeye çevrilmiş. Milattan 23 yıl öncesine dayanan bu felsefi akım, Romalı şair Horatius'un yazdığı bir eserin dizelerinde geçiyor. Anı yaşamak derken günü gün etmek, arzu ve isteklerine uygun doyasıya yaşamak, geçmişi ve geleceği hatta hiç kimseyi düşünmemek ve hayatın tadını çıkarmak anlamı kastediliyor.

Can Bitcoin truly be a libertarian lifeline in a world dominated by fiat currency? Join us as we navigate the current geopolitical and economic landscapes, starting with a powerful quote from Horatius that sets the stage for our analysis of Kamala Harris's entry into the presidential race. We dissect her policies, the cultural tug-of-war exemplified by Agenda 2030 and the Great Reset, and our takeaways from the Bitcoin conference in Nashville. With Bitcoin's transition from niche to mainstream, we explore its revolutionary potential and how it resonates with libertarians, along with my insights as a precious metals dealer.Could the connections between Jeffrey Epstein's arrest and Bill Barr's subsequent actions reveal deeper truths about political machinations? We scrutinize the intersection of personnel decisions and policy outcomes and evaluate Barr's potential conflicts of interest. Reflecting on a peculiar personal encounter, we emphasize the necessity of vigilance amidst convoluted conspiracies. This segment underscores the often isolating pursuit of truth in a politically charged environment.What strategies are governments and sophisticated investors using in the gold and silver markets, and why should you care? We dive into the dynamics of these markets, noting anomalies like the undervaluation of silver despite soaring industrial demand. We also highlight the stockpiling behaviors of central banks and the silence of public advisories. Concluding with an important announcement about Wise Wolf Bitcoin's expansion, we aim to equip you with the insights and strategies needed to safeguard your investments against looming economic instability. Tune in for an episode packed with revelations and practical advice.

In this insightful episode, Jessica, Paul, Tanya, and special guest Jeremy Breland explore how to intentionally shape students' character within and beyond the classroom walls: • How morning meditations and formation talks set the tone for the day. • The surprising impact of subjects like math and literature on character development. • Real-life stories of students' transformative moments. • Practical tips for implementing character education in schools and homeschools. Transform children's manners and respect with our 14-week program designed for all learners including those with special needs: https://www.memoriapress.com/curriculum/educational-resources/myself-others/?utm_source=PodBean&utm_medium=CETC&utm_campaign=127 Check out the Manner of the Week Wall Charts for engaging and practical behavior visual aids: https://www.memoriapress.com/curriculum/phonics-and-early-reading/manner-of-the-week-wall-charts/?utm_source=PodBean&utm_medium=CETC&utm_campaign=127 Learn more about the Horatius at the Bridge Set for an immersive journey into ancient Roman history through Thomas Babington Macaulay's celebrated ballad: https://www.memoriapress.com/curriculum/classical-studies/horatius-bridge/?utm_source=PodBean&utm_medium=CETC&utm_campaign=127 Dive into the timeless tale of love, betrayal, and society with the comprehensive Anna Karenina Set, your essential companion to explore Tolstoy's masterpiece in depth: https://www.memoriapress.com/curriculum/literature-and-poetry/twelfth/pre-order-anna-karenina-set/?utm_source=PodBean&utm_medium=CETC&utm_campaign=127 There are three works that are at the source of Western culture: the Iliad, the Odyssey, and the Aeneid. After you have completed your study of Homer's two works, Virgil's epic story of the founding of Rome, the Aeneid, is your next logical Great Book to study: https://www.memoriapress.com/curriculum/classical-studies/aeneid/?utm_source=PodBean&utm_medium=CETC&utm_campaign=127

De klassiska muserna har fallit. Ner i det mänskliga. Ner mot gatan och köket. Rebecka Kärde reflekterar över ett skifte som berättar om konstens förändrade roll i kulturen. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. ESSÄ: Detta är en text där skribenten reflekterar över ett ämne eller ett verk. Åsikter som uttrycks är skribentens egna.Minnet är konstens moder. I alla fall om man ska tro den grekiske poeten Hesiodos. Enligt honom resulterade en nio dagar lång förbindelse mellan Zeus och minnets gudinna Mnemosyne i att den senare födde lika många döttrar. De fick namnen Kleio, Euterpe, Erato, Polyhymnia, Melpomene, Ourania, Therpsichore, Thaleia och Kalliope. Tillsammans kallas de för muserna. Från dessa nio systrar flödar den poetiska inspirationen, och den som vill dansa, dikta, sjunga eller ägna sig åt någon av de andra musiska konstarterna måste göra det med deras välsignelse.Hur får man kontakt med muserna? I Hesiodos fall kommer uppvaktningen oväntat. En dag, då han som vanligt vallar sina får på berget Helikon, dyker systrarna plötsligt upp från ingenstans. De börjar förolämpa den blivande poeten. Du lantliga fä, ropar de, i Ingvar Björkesons översättning – du som ”bara tänker på buken!” Sedan säger de att mycket av det de berättar i själva verket är lögn. Men när de så har lust, kan de också tala sanning. Hesiodos förses med en stav och en lagergren. Hans bröst fylls av en ”gudomlig röst för att sjunga om svunnen tid och kommande”. I ett slag är herden redo att dikta. Muserna har gjort honom till poet.Episoden återges i den episka lärodikten ”Theogonin”, som Hesiodos komponerade omkring år 700 före Kristus, och som därmed är den äldsta bevarade källan till myten om muserna. Frågan är vad som hänt med dem sedan dess. När man talar om systrarna idag är det ju oftast i en rätt så annorlunda bemärkelse. För det första uppträder de i singularis, som musan. För det andra är denna musa mänsklig. Kanske var hon gift med en berömd manlig 1900-talskonstnär, i vars bilder eller dikter hon återfinns, och som hon gav upp sitt eget konstnärskap för att vårda. Att vara någons musa – nej, det är för de flesta ingen lockande roll. Som den amerikanska poeten Louise Glück skriver i en dikt: ”Ingen vill vara musan. När allt kommer omkring, vill alla vara Orfeus”.Hur blev det så här? När förvandlades musan från generativ kraft till stum sköterska? Kanske kan man närma sig ett svar genom den franske konsthistorikern Georges Didi-Huberman. I boken ”Ninfa moderna” diskuterar han en besläktad figur, nymfen, och hur hon har gestaltats genom århundradena. Didi-Huberman utgår från det bildmaterial som i början av 1900-talet samlades ihop av den tyska kulturhistorikern Aby Warburg. Denne ägnade sina sista år i livet åt ett ofullbordat jätteprojekt som han (med hänvisning till musernas moder) kallade för Bilderatlas Mnemosyne. Warburg var intresserad av hur former och motiv från antiken lever kvar i senare tiders europeisk bildkonst. Atlasen, som består av ett sextiotal stora planscher med fastnålade fotografier och konstreproduktioner, är hans försök att i collageform kartlägga släktbanden. Till exempel kan en renässansmålning placeras bredvid en romersk skulptur. Det som förbinder konstverken är en gemensam detalj: ett plagg som faller snarlikt över en skuldra, en hand som gör en identisk gest. Det är som om antiken hemsöker moderniteten.Didi-Hubermans undersökning, som sträcker sig från antiken till den florentinska renässansen, bygger alltså på Warburgs atlas. Och när han betraktar nymferna upptäcker han något märkvärdigt. Nymfen har fallit. Ju längre bort från antiken vi kommer, desto tydligare närmar hon sig marken. Hon sjunker från gudinnans höjder längst upp i bilden till dess nedre kant. Där förblir hon liggande. Samma öde drabbar hennes kläder. De tidiga, grekiska nymferna är draperade i långa, mantelliknande klädesplagg. Men med tiden blir nymfen mer och mer avklädd. Axlarna blottas, under renässansen brösten. Tizian porträtterar henne som i princip naken. I hans målning ”Nymf och herde” ligger hon med ryggen och baken vänd mot betraktaren, med ett ynka tygstycke kring midjan. I en annan, ”Backanal på Andros”, återfinns hon med bakåtböjt huvud i bildens högra hörn. Brösten och könet är blottade, liksom strupen. Draperingen ligger slängd som en eftertanke över armen. Nymfen är redo att intas.Didi-Hubermans och Warburgs nymfer är nu inte identiska med vare sig muserna eller nymfen som vi känner henne från den grekiska mytologin. Snarare syftar de på en arketyp i form av en gudinnelik kvinnogestalt – ung, vacker, lekfull, med svallande hår och suggestiv blick. Ungefär så brukar också muserna avbildas. Och man skulle kunna hävda att något liknande hänt med dem. Muserna har sjunkit från Helikon, ner till jorden, till köket och gatan. Kanske börjar fallet redan efter Hesiodos. Hos många senare antika författare är muserna några man åberopar, snarare än uppsöks av. Samtidigt betvivlas deras existens. Den romerska poeten Horatius ber i ett av sina oden musan Kalliope att stiga ner till honom från himlen, men säger sig vara osäker på om rösten han sedan hör verkligen är hennes, eller om han drabbats av ett ”ljuvligt vansinne”. Propertius, en annan romersk diktare, talar ofta om sin musa, som om en av dem stod redo just för honom. Så skulle Hesiodos knappast formulera sig. Muserna är inte hans – det är ju han som är deras!Långt efter antiken fortsätter muserna dyka upp i konsten. Dante åkallar dem i ”Den gudomliga komedin”, till exempel i Skärselden, då han ber dem om hjälp med att besjunga ting ”som knappt tanken fattar”. Men när man säger ordet ”musa” i samband med Dante tänker de flesta på Beatrice. Hon uppträder som en guide genom paradiset i den sista delen av ”Den gudomliga komedin”, och var med viss sannolikhet en sublimering av Dantes ungdomskärlek med samma namn. Inspirationen härrör alltså från en levande, högst verklig person – som, till skillnad från de antika muserna, knappast delat med sig av den medvetet. Samma gäller Laura i den något yngre Petrarcas sonetter. Ännu senare, hos Baudelaire, har musan blivit prostituerad. I dikten ”La muse vénale” – ungefär ”den köpbara musan” – förtjänar diktens du sitt uppehälle genom att gå på gatan.Mycket kan sägas om kvinnosynen i de nämnda dikterna. Men det är knappast så enkelt som att musans nya skepnad motsvarar en parallell omvandling av könsordningen. Snarare speglar den konstens förändrade betydelse, från kollektiv praktik till uttryck för individualitet. Det säger ju sig självt att den diktare som själv är gudomlig inte kan vara underställd en skara bråkiga systrar.Fast vore det verkligen så illa? Finns det inte något frigörande i att tänka på dikten så som Hesiodos: som något som kommer utifrån, ovanifrån, snarare än från den rädda lilla själ man bär inom sig? Litteraturen är ju trots allt inte ens egen. Den föds ur de texter som föregått den. Dess moder är minnets gudinna – och minnet är något gemensamt.Rebecka Kärde, litteraturkritiker och grecistLitteraturGeorges Didi-Huberman: Ninfa moderna – essä över fallen drapering. Översättare: Jakob Svedberg. Bokförlaget Faethon, 2023.Hesiodos: Theogonin och Verk och dagar. Översättning: Ingvar Björkeson. Natur och kultur, 2003.

Welcome to the History of Latin literature told in beginner-friendly, easy Latin (historia litterarum Latinarum lingua Latina simplici narrata). Listen to the episodes in order to navigate through history and learn the Latin language (the difficulty of my spoken Latin increases progressively throughout the episodes). The same episodes with Latin subtitles are available on my YouTube channel. This is a Satura Lanx production.

Welcome to the History of Latin literature told in beginner-friendly, easy Latin (historia litterarum Latinarum lingua Latina simplici narrata). Listen to the episodes in order to navigate through history and learn the Latin language (the difficulty of my spoken Latin increases progressively throughout the episodes). The same episodes with Latin subtitles are available on my YouTube channel. This is a Satura Lanx production.

Vinet är kulturens och poesins dryck par excellence! Vi går igenom vinets bakgrund och hur det blir de antika grekernas favoritdryck. Dessutom pratar vi och läser ur Delfyne förlags nyutgivna, nyöversatta diktsamling "Anakreons sånger", samt pratar om vinets roll hos Horatius och Nordens Anakreon – Carl Michael Bellman.Bild: Bacchus (ca. 1596) av Caravaggio.Musik: Ur "Alexander's Fest: or the Power of Music" av Georg Friedrich Händel från European archive.Besök vår hemsida www.delfyne.se och köp gärna boken "Anakreons sånger" utgiven på Delfyne förlag! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The duel between the Horatii brothers and the Curiatii brothers seemed to settle the Roman-Alban dispute and give Rome authority over Alba. But wily Mettius Fufetius has a trick or two up his sleeve. Meanwhile, the one surviving Horatius brother strikes down his sister in cold blood, an incident Jacques-Louis David drew but never ended up painting. The civilized three-on-three duel now threatens to give way to an all-out war of extermination between Rome and Alba. This is the sixth episode of "No Republic Was Ever Greater," a podcast series examining the rise of the Roman Empire through the work of Livy and Machiavelli. Livy's Ab Urbe Condita: https://amzn.to/3gYwtbhMachiavelli's Discourses on Livy: https://amzn.to/3NtNBSjFustel de Coulanges's La Cité Antique (French): https://amzn.to/3yzATuZFustel de Coulanges's The Ancient City (English): https://bookshop.org/a/25626/9780648690542Jacques-Louis David's Oath of the Horatii: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oath_of_the_HoratiiNicolas Poussin's Rape of the Sabine Women: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rape_of_the_Sabine_Women#/media/File:L'Enl%C3%A8vement_des_Sabines_%E2%80%93_Nicolas_Poussin_%E2%80%93_Mus%C3%A9e_du_Louvre,_INV_7290_%E2%80%93_Q3110586.jpgArlette Clavet's Unpublished Studies for 'The Oath of the Horatii': https://www.jstor.org/stable/1552932Corneille's Horace: https://amzn.to/41zF1IyNew Humanists is brought to you by the Ancient Language Institute: https://ancientlanguage.com/Links may have referral codes, which earn us a commission at no additional cost to you. We encourage you, when possible, to use Bookshop.org for your book purchases, an online bookstore which supports local bookstores.Music: Save Us Now by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com

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The panel reads the entirety of Thomas Babington Macaulay's "Horatius" from his collection Lays of Ancient Rome, and discusses the Horatian nature of the work as a narrative which both edifies and delights, along with the formal aspects of the poem.Continue reading

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Romulus and Remus were abandoned as babies. A mother wolf rescued them. One of the twins went on to found Rome - the city that grew into a great empire. This is the story of how it happened. This week's epsoide is sponsored by Outschool. In the second part, we tell you heroic story of Horatius on the Bridge.

Romans 8:32 inspired Horatius Bonar to write this little tract. Additionally, Horatius is one of NoCo's favorite authors. Tune in to find out why. Here is a free copy of the tract read on the show:  https://www.chapellibrary.org/book/ilog/inspired-logic-bonarhoratius

One of the most important trials in recorded history might not have happened. But the story of a Roman hero fighting treason charges is still a wild ride that included public murder, monkey-based punishments, and a legal decision so novel that it changed the western world's court systems forever. Sources and show notes Support us on Patreon

In "Quarks Bücherclub", unserem neuen Podcast-Format, sprechen wir über Bücher aller Art. Dabei steht natürlich Star Trek im Vordergrund - aber nicht nur. In der zweiten Folge widmen wir uns dem ersten Star Trek-Buch überhaupt. Mit "Quarks Bücherclub" präsentieren wir euch ein neues Podcast-Format, in dem wir über unterschiedliche Bücher sprechen wollen. Den Beginn macht dabei natürlich unser Lieblingsfranchise "Star Trek" und hier haben wir uns für eine chronologische Herangehensweise entschieden. Es werden also die (deutschen) Star Trek-Bücher der Reihe nach besprochen, von der Goldmann, zur Heyne zur Cross Cult-Ära. In dieser zweiten Folge ist "Notruf im All" (Mission to Horatius) von 1968 unser Buch der Wahl. Warum sieht die Enterprise hier aus wie die Orion aus "Raumpatrouille"? Warum wurde der Roman bei der Erstauflage stark zensiert? Über all das und noch mehr sprechen wir in diesem Podcast. ##Weiteres zu uns gibt es hier: Website: www.trekzone.de Unser Star Trek Newsletter: www.trekzone.de/newsletter/ ###TrekZone Social Media Facebook: facebook.com/TrekZoneNetwork/ Twitter: twitter.com/TrekZoneNetwork ###Communicator Social Media Instagram: instagram.com/communicator.space/ Facebook: facebook.com/StarTrekRadio/ Twitter: twitter.com/startrekradio

In "Quarks Bücherclub", unserem neuen Podcast-Format, sprechen wir über Bücher aller Art. Dabei steht natürlich Star Trek im Vordergrund - aber nicht nur. In der zweiten Folge widmen wir uns dem ersten Star Trek-Buch überhaupt. Mit "Quarks Bücherclub" präsentieren wir euch ein neues Podcast-Format, in dem wir über unterschiedliche Bücher sprechen wollen. Den Beginn macht dabei natürlich unser Lieblingsfranchise "Star Trek" und hier haben wir uns für eine chronologische Herangehensweise entschieden. Es werden also die (deutschen) Star Trek-Bücher der Reihe nach besprochen, von der Goldmann, zur Heyne zur Cross Cult-Ära. In dieser zweiten Folge ist "Notruf im All" (Mission to Horatius) von 1968 unser Buch der Wahl. Warum sieht die Enterprise hier aus wie die Orion aus "Raumpatrouille"? Warum wurde der Roman bei der Erstauflage stark zensiert? Über all das und noch mehr sprechen wir in diesem Podcast. ##Weiteres zu uns gibt es hier: Website: www.trekzone.de Unser Star Trek Newsletter: www.trekzone.de/newsletter/ ###TrekZone Social Media Facebook: facebook.com/TrekZoneNetwork/ Twitter: twitter.com/TrekZoneNetwork ###Communicator Social Media Instagram: instagram.com/communicator.space/ Facebook: facebook.com/StarTrekRadio/ Twitter: twitter.com/startrekradio

Continuing through the Forests of Slaughter the group starts to understand this dungeon is very strange. Horatius becomes enamored with the many magical pools and continues to test each one, often multiple times. Thaerd Thunderstone - Noble Dwarven Rogue Thief Balasar Gygax - Dragonborn Soldier and Paladin of Conquest LeVar Burtonus - Human Sage and Order of Scribes Wizard Horatius - Human Soldier and Champion Fighter Dorin Carthson - Human Sailor Tempest Cleric Modus - Minotaur Smith and Eldritch Knight Fighter

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In an epic turn of events, Rome finds herself deep in 449 BCE. Appius Claudius may be dead, but what happens next? We're here to find out! Importantly, some of our key players in the plebeian set find themselves upgraded to the status of tribune of the plebs. Episode 119 - The Triumphant Return of the Consulship The end of Spurius Oppius It's not just Appius Claudius who finds himself in trouble after the end of the decemvirate. Spurius Oppius, another decemvir also finds himself in a spot of bother. Publius Numatorius - tribune of the plebs, maternal uncle of Verginia, leds the cause against Spurius Oppius. Livy has Oppius embroiled in a terrible affair involving a loyal solider of Rome while Dionysius of Halicarnassus has a much more speedy account of Spurius Oppius' ultimate fate. It may not be surprising to hear that the rest of the decemivirs realise they need to find their way out of Rome! The Consulship Returns The moderate patricians Lucius Valerius Potitus and Marcus Horatius Barbatus have managed to pass a range of laws that help support stability in the City. To catch up on the action of this front, check out Episode 118. But now that the major crises have passed, Rome begins to look outwards. It turns out that Rome's neighbours have noted their preoccupation with internal politics. The time has come for Rome to take a stand. Valerius takes a force against the Volscians and the Aequians. Horatius also takes out a force against the Sabines. We delve into the details of the strategies deployed by the Roman commanders. Both consuls and their forces make an excellent showing on the battlefield and return home with high expectations of a triumph or two. What are the Tribunes up to? As the year 449 BCE unfolds some of tribunes behaviour starts to garner suspicions. Is it just the case that groups of ten men now look a little shady to Romans in general? Or is there a new grab for power happening? The tribune Marcus Duilius may have some of the answers... Things to listen out for A soldier scourged The quaestores parricidiiThe amazing returning bootySome very interesting fracas about triumphsTribunes acting suspiciously...A new buddy system for tribunes Our Players The Decemvirs Appius Claudius. Ap. f. M. n. Crassus Inregillensis Sabinus Pat – Cos. 471, 451Spurius Oppius CornicenQuintus Fabius M. f. M. n. Vibulanus Pat – Cos. 467, 465, 459Quintus Poetelius Libo VisolusManius RabuleiusMarcus Cornelius – f. Ser. n. Maluginenesis PatLucius Minucius P. f. M. n. Esquilinus Augurinus Pat – Cos. 458Marcus? Sergius Esquilinus PatTitus Antonius MerendaCaeso Duillius Longus? The Senators Lucius Valerius PotitusMarcus Horatius Barbatus The Verginii and Supporters Verginia – a Roman maiden, murdered by her father in order to protect her from the lust of Appius ClaudiusVerginius – father of Verginia and newly elected tribune of the plebsPublius Numitorius – Verginia's maternal uncle and newly elected tribune of the plebsLucius(?) Icilius – Verginia's betrothedand newly elected tribune of the plebs Tribunes of the Plebs, 449 BCE Lucius VerginiusLucius Icilius (who had served as a tribune previously)Publius NumitoriusGaius Sicinius – son of the man who was first tribune chosen on Sacred Mount (L?.Sicinius)Marcus Duillius (who had served as a tribune previously)Marcus TitiniusMarcus PomponiusGaius AproniusAppius VilliusGaius Oppius Other Notables Gaius Claudius – uncle of Appius Claudius Sources Dr G reads Dionysius of Halicarnassus Roman Antiquities 11.46-50Dr Rad reads Livy ab Urbe Condita 3.58-64 Joseph Désiré Court 1864. The Martyrdom of Saint Agnes. Not historically aligned with the year we're examining but a very evocative imagining of Rome.

A reading from Discussions Volume 1 The Theology of the Plymouth Brethren. -Dr. Bonar is approvingly quoted as saying- -The consciousness of moving accompanies motion, the consciousness of seeing accompanies looking, the consciousness of loving accompanies love- so the consciousness of believing accompanies the act of believing. If not, there is no certainty in anything.- And again- -If I am liable to be mistaken as to my simple act of believing, I am much more liable to be mistaken as to my complex act of examination into my own feelings, motives and principles.- These extracts sufficiently display the exaggeration and error of the school.

Bartimaeus is blind and cries out asking Jesus to have mercy on him. Rather than assuming he knows what Bartimaeus means by ‘having mercy', Jesus asks him a direct and open-ended question: "What do you want me to do for you?” Jesus creates space for Bartimaeus to have full agency in answering for himself, naming his need and his longing. As we prepare ourselves for returning to embodied community together, we too will claim the practice of seeking robust and enthusiastic consent, in the spirit of Jesus! Pastor Megan's sermon on communication and consent, a continuation of our worship series “Presence in a Time of Transition,” begins at minute 19:42.Series: Summer-Ordinary Time 2021Permission to podcast the music in this service obtained from One License with license #A-726929. All rights reserved.The God of Sarah Praise - Text: David Bjorlin © 2019 GIA Publications, Inc., Music: Ashkenazic Yigdal, ca. 17th C.;  transcr. Meyer Leoni, ca. 1770I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say - Text: Bonar, Horatius, Music: English Country Songs, 1983; harm. Ralph Vaughan Williams, 1906Additional ResourcesScripture: John 20:1-18Land Acknowledgement: Real Rent Duwamish, The Heron's NestHeart with Loving Heart United, Voices Together 813Prayers adapted from Re:WorshipBlessing our Offerings: Donate Dove's Nest: Faith Communities Keeping Children & Youth Safe, including information about their “Circle of Grace” curriculumPhoto by Ave Calvar on Unsplash 

Our heroes are almost defeated in the battle between Kiserack the Cruel, an adult green dragon - and the wizard who killed him. Horatius and Cinnamon decide to loot the dragon's horde. Mjömjö gets rough with the wizard during the interrogation.   DM – Kevin John – Mjömjö – Copper Dragonborn War Priest of Bahamut Blake – Cinnamon – Tabaxi Warlock Hexblade Pact of the Tome Shane – Sgt. Horatius Smithson – Human Battlemaster Rogue Hannah – Lt. Leandre Fields – Tabaxi Hunter Ranger

As Akhil and Andy celebrate the publication this week of The Words That Made Us, Akhil tells a story from the book - the crazy election of 1800 and its just-barely-peaceful transfer of power.  And what is John Marshall up to?  He's everywhere:  Secretary of State and Chief Justice at once, a pseudonymous scheming columnist, and in the end, the man with the Bible in his hand to swear in the eventual winner:  his cousin.

Five minutes of civilised calm, recorded in East London, as the capital starts to wake up. Sign up at https://marcsalmanac.substack.com With a poem by Lord Macaulay, an extract from Horatius. "And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his Gods..." From the show: Opening/closing music courtesy of Chillhop: Philanthrope, Leavv - What Was Before https://chll.to/d6b0ec27 On this day: 16th April, 1953, the Queen launches the Royal Yacht, Britannia On this day: 16th April, 1889, Charles Chaplin is born in Walworth, London Music to wake you up – No I in Beer by Brad Paisley Sign up to receive email alerts and show notes with links when a new episode goes live at https://marcsalmanac.substack.com Please share this with anyone who might need a touch of calm, and please keep sending in your messages and requests. You can leave a voice message at https://anchor.fm/marc-sidwell/message. If you like Marc's Almanac please do leave a review on Apple podcasts. It really helps new listeners to find me. Have a lovely day. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/marc-sidwell/message

A byword for tenacity and courage, the famous last stand has studded history with legendary exploits that define conflict and empire.  From Thermopylae to the Alamo, from Custer’s last stand to Okinawa, they represent individual heroism and sometimes crass military miscalculation.  The result is always the same, the wiping out of a small group of die-hard defenders.The odds might be crazy, and catastrophe might ensue, yet as the explosion at the British Army magazine near Delhi in 1857 proved, the consequences can reverberate down the years.  So, whether its FUBAR or SNAFU, or just desperate men fighting like ‘rats in a sack’ to quote a senior British Officer after Rorke’s Drift, we remember many of them.  And whether for PR purposes or to deflect attention from wider disasters, they do not diminish the bravery of those involved.So it GoesTom Assheton & James Jackson Ref.Thomas Babington Macaulay, Horatius, Lays of Ancient Rome See also:YouTube: BloodyViolentHistoryhttps://www.instagram.com/bloodyviolenthistory/https://www.jamesjacksonbooks.comhttps://www.tomtom.co.uk If you enjoy the podcast, would you please leave a short review on Apple Podcasts/iTunes, Spotify or Google Podcast App? It takes less than 60 seconds, and it really helps to spread the word See https://simplecast.com/privacy/ for privacy information 

Valerius Publius, aka Publicola, topples the tyrant Tarquin with Brutus and founds the Republic on better justice than the Roman kings had exercised. Like his parallel Solon, his obsession with justice makes him seek the happiness of his own people all the way to his death. Remembering Solon's examples of happiness, does Publicola die a happy man?Parallel - SolonImportant PeopleTarquinius Superbus - The seventh, and last, king of Rome. Thrown out because of his refusal to punish his nephew who had raped a Roman noblewoman named Lucretia. This is important to the backstory and Plutarch only briefly summarizes it. Lucius Junius Brutus - The citizen who stood up to Tarquinius and drove him into exile. Also elected first consul. Mucius Scaevola - Roman soldier famous for breaking into the enemy camp, killing the wrong man, and then sticking his hand in fire to prove Roman toughness. Lars Porsena - described by Plutarch as "the most powerful king in Italy" he attacks Rome but later becomes a strong ally. Read on to find out how. Cloelia and Valeria - Two Roman maidens given to the enemy in a hostage exchange. Horatius Cocles - A one-eyed Roman veteran who single-handedly defends the last bridge into the city of Rome while his two friends destroy the bridge behind him. While taking several more wounds, he leaps into the river in full armor and swims across to safety and eternal glory. Appius Claudius - A Sabine who breaks off from the Sabines out of respect for the Romans and, along with 5000 other families, is inducted into the citizen rolls.Important PlacesTemple of Jupiter on the CapitolineClusium - Lars Porsena's town, far north up a tributary of the Tiber (called the Clanis)Anio River - The land given to the defecting Sabines are along this tributary of the TiberFidenae - Another rival polis C. 1 - Lineage and Establishment of the RepublicC. 2 - Tarquin trying to infiltrateC. 3 - The Plot against BrutusC. 4 - Vindicius discovers the plotsC. 5 - Publicola brings the plot to public attentionC. 6 - Brutus brings justice to conspiratorsC. 7 - Collatinus falls; Valerius (Publicola) risesC. 8 - Ridding the Remains of the Tarquins from RomeC. 9 - The Romans Win By OneC. 10 - Publicola Earns his NicknameC. 11 - Consular Elections and Reform LawsC. 12 - Tyranny and the TreasuryC. 13 - 15 - Jupiter Capitoline: The Chariot on TopC. 16 - Porsena v. PublicolaC. 17 - Porsena v. Mucius ScaevolaC. 18 - Porsena: From Adversary to AllyC. 19 - Hostages Escape, sent back, ambushed! C. 20 - Triumphant Brother, with Publicola's helpC. 21 - Fourth Consulship; Sabine Enemies (Appius Claudius)C. 22 - Sabines outwitted in a three-front counter-attackC. 23 - Dies in TriumphHelpful External LinksPublicola's Stories in ArtFree Online English TranslationAnne White's Study Guide on Ambleside OnlineHoratius at the Bridge by Thomas Babbington Macaulay - An almost 600-line poem immortalizing Horatius's bravery in English verse! (a favorite poem of Support the show (https://patreon.com/grammaticus)

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Philosophia Boethii docet nobis cavendum esse a Musis scaenicis quae nos aegros dulcibus alant venenis et morbo cuidam assuefaciant. Sunt autem poetae, ut Horatius, qui nos carminibus consolantur de vita humana. Ecquid nos homines naturā morti obnoxios consolari possit? quidsi mors ipsa consolatio ut Boethius in carmine primo docere videtur? Infra legi potest carmen Horatii de quo in hoc episidio colloquimur: 4.VII Diffugere nives, redeunt iam gramina campis arboribusque comae; mutat terra vices et decrescentia ripas flumina praetereunt; Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet 5 ducere nuda choros. Inmortalia ne speres, monet annus et almum quae rapit hora diem. Frigora mitescunt Zephyris, ver proterit aestas, interitura simul 10 pomifer autumnus fruges effuderit, et mox bruma recurrit iners. Damna tamen celeres reparant caelestia lunae: nos ubi decidimus quo pater Aeneas, quo dives Tullus et Ancus, 15 puluis et umbra sumus. Quis scit an adiciant hodiernae crastina summae tempora di superi? Cuncta manus avidas fugient heredis, amico quae dederis animo. 20 Cum semel occideris et de te splendida Minos fecerit arbitria, non, Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non te restituet pietas; infernis neque enim tenebris Diana pudicum 25 liberat Hippolytum, nec Lethaea valet Theseus abrumpere caro vincula Pirithoo.

Son till en slav. Feg soldat. Roms störste poet! Finn tröst i en tid av karriärhets och like-ångest i ett stycke antik livsvisdom.Musik: Pianosonat nr. 15 i D-dur, ”Den pastorala”, av Ludwig van Beethoven med Paul Pitman.Bild: Horatius från Boston, Museum of Fine Arts / Wikimedia Commons See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

A defiant city accepts a suicide mission. German scientists make a breakthrough. Three men in Oklahoma learn the consequences of their actions. At the Discussion Table, experts argue the possible outcomes for a city in crisis. Broadcast Characters (in order of appearance): Johnny Rice as Brian Andrews; James Vila as Chuck Flemming, Co-Pilot, and Godfrey Pembroke; Brian Miller as Pilot, Brad and Andrew Hapman; CJ Brown as Lawson Tower, Reporter 2; Dameion Brown as General William Ibibio; Ryan Takemiya as Reporter 1 and Pete; Ash Malloy as Kate Mallick; BA Morales as Santiago Vasquez; Sydney Smith as Claudette Bargeron; Anton Gueth as Richard Rinhuls and Interpreter; Zahan Mehta as Dr. Krishna Singh and Miles Duggan; Mark Foster as Anne Shearson, Judge Patrick Kennedy and Colonel William Feeley; James Mercer as Allan Schepke; Check out RLA Gear at: https://teespring.com/stores/radio-living-america --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/radiolivingamerica/support

Don't forget to share this episode and comment on our posts for a chance to win a book from Banner Of Truth! Richard Sibbes, "The Bruised Reed." Horatius Bonar, more famous as a hymn-writer, was a preacher in the 1800s from Scotland. He did everything he could during a tough time of transitions for the Church of Scotland. He also had a hard personal life, losing five of his own children during his life. In this sermon, "Apostolic Sighs," Horatius points out that there is a rare glimpse into the life of the Apostle Paul and his own human worries and frustrations. But how Paul then turns these into hope in Christ and the good work that Christ will do for all who believe. Special thanks to Ed Backell for returning to Revived Thoughts to read this sermon. If you enjoyed his read, check out J.C. Ryle's sermons and Christmas Evans which Ed has also read for us. Pastor Ed Backell is a Washington state native, and has taught for 30+ years in churches in Oregon, Washington and Nebraska, currently in Warden, WA. He has been serving Warden Community Church since May, 2010 Subscribe to our newest show, Revived Radio for an extra sermon every week. If you'd like to join the premium team go to our Patreon If you'd like to narrate a sermon, send us an email at revivedthoughts@gmail.com And if you enjoy the show, sharing with friends and a 5 star rating on Apple Podcasts! Facebook Instagram Twitter Youtube Revived Thoughts

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Each month, “Ammirati on Innovation” episodes will look at ways that the disruptive-startup mentality is spreading beyond young entrepreneurs to big established corporations. Serial entrepreneur, venture capitalist and Carnegie Mellon B-school professor Sean Ammirati, who sits at the intersection of these high-change dynamics, provides insight. In this podcast, Sean and I talk about how long it will take until we get the economy back up and moving again.Episode 14Reimagining our companies is on Sean’s mind. We need to figure out what the right innovation strategy is. The world is going to be very different, and you need to build new products, new services, and new value to your customers. And companies need to do all that more rapidly and with more commitment than ever before.The notions of courage, commitment and vision in the face of daunting threats have been with us forever. I mention to Sean one of my favorite poems: “Horatius at the Bridge” by Thomas Babington Macaulay describes how Horatius steps forward to do what others believe is impossible as the Etruscan army is about to invade. The specific form of the challenges faced by people change over time, but the need for powerful and fearless leadership is a constant.Sean concludes with revisiting your operational plan, and how you’re investing in your assets this year. In this time of crazy transition and transformation, that’s all we have.Also in this episode:· Steve Jobs and Corning Gorilla Glass· Work from home forever!· A magical time for your business· The mirror is much closer than it appears See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

“Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the Gate: To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his gods?” Thomas Babington Macaulay, Lays of Ancient Rome Thanks for listening to my words and hearing my face.Support me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/josh_snyman My website: https://joshsnyman.com/ Subscribe to my mailing list (won’t spam you ever): https://joshsnyman.com/subscribe Subscribe to my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/joshsnow...

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I romarriket fanns inte kanelbullens dag, men väl en mängd andra högtider. Poeten Ovidius sökte dagarnas mytologiska förklaring i diktverket Fasti, som får Anna Blennow att fundera över tidens gång. ESSÄ: Detta är en text där skribenten reflekterar över ett ämne eller ett verk. Åsikter som uttrycks är skribentens egna. Hur ser egentligen tiden ut? Hur uppfattar vi tidens själva lopp? Ständigt i rörelse, lättflyktigt, ogripbart. För mig har året alltid haft formen av en rektangel, som i Scoutförbundets almanacka, där man klistrade upp en ny bild för varje månad i fyrkantig omloppsbana. Våren var utförsbacke ned mot sommaren, som vilade lugnt och tungt i botten; hösten var en mörk och brant väg uppåt mot vinter. Tiden får annars ofta formen av en linje, om den skildrar ett historiskt förlopp, eller en cirkel om den betecknar årets återkommande struktur. Den kan vara en ansamling av kvadratiska månader, som i en skrivbordskalender, eller sida efter sida med dagar och veckor i en fickalmanacka. Tidens rörelse orkestreras med blicken, som rör sig längs strukturerna, eller genom fingrarnas bläddrande bland bladen. Tiden går, tiden är i rörelse, tiden har redan gått och gått ut, men precis som dagen, natten och årstiderna återkommer den också ständigt. Tiden är den mänskligaste av strukturer. Ovidius taktik är att ställa gudarna själva till svars. Villigt träder de fram, alltifrån Venus till Mars Tiden är vårt hem, och kanske är det den oundvikliga tiden som egentligen utgör det vi kallar verklighet. Om vi tänker på annat en stund försvinner den, men vi kallas alltid tillbaka genom klockslag, alarm och specifika tidpunkter. Vi är besatta av tiden och dess indelning. Ändå vill vi fly den, precis som den flyr från oss. Fråga inte om när jag eller du ska nå vår levnads gräns, råder den romerske poeten Horatius i ett av sina oden, det som innehåller det nu nästan utslitna citatet fånga dagen, carpe diem. Framtiden är oviss, och bara gudarna vet hur många år som återstår. För antikens romare hade tiden formen av kolumner. En för varje månad, och en rad för varje dag. I dessa tabellsystem fyllde man på under månadernas namn med dagarnas beteckning, indelade efter tre huvuddagar i varje månad: Kalendae (den första dagen i månaden), Nonae (den femte eller sjunde dagen) och Idus (den trettonde eller femtonde). Men romarnas kalender hade fler fixpunkter än så. Dåliga dagar, när det inte var tillåtet att hålla rättegång eller utföra andra offentliga aktiviteter, markerades med ett N för Nefasti, medan gynnsamma dagar hade ett F för Fasti, och Fasti var också det namn som kalendern i sin helhet hade. Under romarrikets allra äldsta tid fanns bara 10 månader, vilket snart ökades till 12, och själve Julius Caesar lät sedan i den så kallade julianska kalendern finjustera månadernas dagar till det antal de har idag. Poeten med örat mot gudavärlden och vip-biljett till Olympen är ett återkommande tema i antikens poesi. Men tiden kan också anta formen av en berättelse. Dagarnas skilda signifikans kan fyllas med myter, gestalter och historiskt meningsinnehåll. Vi människor tycks gärna vilja göra den kopplingen: privata och offentliga födelsedagar, årsdagar av såväl förfärliga som fantastiska händelser, och speciella hyllningsdagar till föräldrar, kanelbullar och tulpaner. Runt år 8 i det som skulle bli vår tideräkning påbörjade den romerske poeten Ovidius ett ambitiöst diktprojekt med just detta syfte: att i berättelsens form skildra årets gång. Med Ovidius mått mätt var det förstås inte år 8 efter Kristus, utan år 760 efter Roms grundläggning, eller, enligt romarnas mer vardagliga sätt att datera, året då Camillus och Quinctilianus var konsuler. Verket fick namnet Fasti. Här skulle inte bara festivaler och minnesdagar förankras kronologiskt, utan också förklaras. Ovidius hade redan tidigare grundmurat sin mytologiska kompetens i sin bok Metamorfoser, där gudars och människors förvandlingsmyter flätades in i en obruten följd som inte släpper sin läsare. I Fasti, som 2017 kom i svensk översättning av Ingvar Björkeson, doppar han pennan ännu djupare för att nå myternas själva ursprung. Varför offrades salt och spelt till skördegudinnan Ceres? Vem var Veiovis, den okände guden med ett gammalt tempel på Capitolium? Ovidius taktik är att ställa gudarna själva till svars. Villigt träder de fram, alltifrån Venus till Mars, och berättar för Ovidius vilka de är och varför de helgas med ceremonier. Skaldens noggranna konstruktionsarbete är ständigt synligt i dikten: Noga, tre fyra gånger om, gick jag genom kalendern, men jag fann ingenstans utmärkt Sånadens dag. Dagen bestäms av präster sade en musa som såg mig. Tidpunkten är inte fast, så varför letar du där? Poeten med örat mot gudavärlden och vip-biljett till Olympen är ett återkommande tema i antikens poesi. Gudar anropas i början och slutet av varje verk, och poesin vandrar både i gudarnas fotspår och ledband. Även en läsare med normalgod orientering i antikens mytologi tappar snabbt bort sig i en skur av referenser till platser, gudar och epitet. Och inte ens Ovidius själv har alltid säkert svar. Gudinnan Anna Perenna är en doldis i den romerska gudavärlden. Hon firades den 15 mars betydligt mer känd som dagen för mordet på Julius Caesar. Denna dag inleddes ursprungligen det romerska nyåret, och Anna Perenna firades genom vinpicknick i det gröna vid Tiberns strand. Men vem var hon? Ovidius ger flera förslag: drottning Didos syster från Karthago, en flodnymf, månen själv, eller en gammal gumma från en grannby som bakat bröd till belägrade romare. Hur själva festen gick till var säkrare: lika många bägare vin man lyckades dricka, så många år förväntades man ha kvar att leva. Anna Perenna verkar alltså mer än någon annan vara den flyende tidens gudom, och tillflykten för dem som inte lyder Horatius uppmaning om att inte räkna dagar och år. Hennes namn har både med latinets annus, år, och perennis, evig, att göra. Tidens oundvikliga gång och vår längtan att fånga den i kalendrar, scheman och veckoplaneringar är det enda som förblir beständigt Länge var Ovidius berättelse om Anna Perenna den enda kända källan till gudinnan och hennes kult, förutom kortfattade notiser i de bevarade romerska kalenderlistorna. Men bara för några decennier sedan kunde arkeologiska fynd för första gången belägga både gudinnan och hennes kultplats. I ett händelseförlopp typiskt för Rom och värdigt en Fellinifilm grävde man för att anlägga ett garage i en av Roms norra, vardagliga förorter. Av en slump träffade man på en antik fontän, sinnrikt uppmurad med vattenledningar och cisterner. I vattnet fann man offerföremål som mynt och pinjekottar, och i den låga muren framför bassängen fanns latinska votivinskrifter riktade till Anna Perenna. Och vi, som i Ovidius efterföljd återigen försöker rekonstruera Roms religiösa ceremonier, fick plötsligt handfasta bevis att lägga till poetens berättelse i det stora historiska pusslet av text och kontext. Ironiskt nog blev Fasti, verket som skulle skildra tidens lopp och årets gång, bara halvfärdigt. Av skäl som idag inte är helt klarlagda hamnade Ovidius i konflikt med kejsar Augustus, och drevs i exil till Svarta havet, vilket antas ha avbrutit arbetet med dikten. Han återvände aldrig ur exilen, utan i orten Tomis slöts hans livs cirkel. Tiden glider, vi åldras snabbt med de tigande åren, och ingen tygel förmår hejda dagarnas flykt, skriver han på en av de sista sidorna i Fasti. Tidens oundvikliga gång och vår längtan att fånga den i kalendrar, scheman och veckoplaneringar är det enda som förblir beständigt. Kanske ska vi hellre lyda Horatius råd: Fånga din dag tro ej på ännu en. Anna Blennow, latinforskare och skribent

Recorded Dec. 2018, this hefty 2 hour plus episode includes Pre-Watch discussion & ratings plus full review of the movie post watch. We were still figuring out our format and were trying to do the whole thing in one sitting before we learned better. Highlights include: Nude Yoga! Horatius at the Bridge! Along with our legendary rating items: Science, Political Correctness, Social Value/Impact, and Nudity. 80's fans have a lot to love as we reference Helicopter porn ranging from 240 Roberts to Riptide, and both Aaron and Popi contribute a lot of drops. Listen for Popi's original cover of the Alex F. theme on Casio keyboard, and clips from family band Schlong! Note we hadn't settled on a title at the time, so you will horrifically hear me call it 'The Awesome Podcast'. Buckle in for cringes, and take a bathroom break halfway through...welcome to Episode 3 of Here Let Me Drag That Out For You. (Drinking game bonus word: "Copter"). Disgruntled? Leave a voice message for us at: https://anchor.fm/aaron-lewis7/message --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/aaron-lewis7/message

De dödas bok fornegyptiernas guide till livet efter detta är en manual för hur man ska bete sig både i det här livet och på tröskeln till nästa. Niklas Qvarnström följer med ner i underjorden. ESSÄ: Detta är en text där skribenten reflekterar över ett ämne eller ett verk. Åsikter som uttrycks är skribentens egna. Min första resa utanför Europa gick till Egypten. Jag var tjugo och läste inte en enda guidebok. Däremot en rätt så rejäl stack med böcker om de gamle egyptierna. De som låtit bygga pyramiderna. De som upprätthållit dynasti efter dynasti i en förhistoria då vi andra famlade i oskrivet mörker. En period i mitt unga liv ville jag bli egyptolog. Vem ville inte det? frågade jag mig. Jag reste, med andra ord, lika mycket i tiden som i rummet. Lika mycket bland levande som döda. Jag reste med turistvisum i ett slags Duat, som de dödas rike kallas hos de gamla egyptierna. I Kairo köpte jag ett exemplar av Den Egyptiska Dödsboken. Den brukade kallas så på svenska, efter titeln på den tyska översättningen. Själv köpte jag den engelska, av E.A. Wallis Budge: The Egyptian Book of the Dead. Den kom och kommer fortfarande i nytryck i billiga utgåvor, och lär vara lika full av felaktigheter som av enastående Shakespeare- eller Blake-klingande poesi. I Egypten reste vi, jag och min dåvarande flickvän, bland de levande, men i de dödas spår. Som så många andra. När vi klev ner i underjordiska gravar i Konungarnas Dal, eller tog oss svettiga in i kryptan i Keopspyramiden i Giza, var vi vägledda av De Dödas Bok, som den skulle komma att heta på svenska. I framtiden, från vårt perspektiv. 2016 inföll den framtiden. Då kom den första svenska översättningen direkt från hieroglyfer, gjord av Nils Billing en som verkligen blev egyptolog. Arbetet med att knäcka den hieroglyfiska koden är välkänt. Det skedde efter att Napoleon låtit släpa hem den så kallade Rosettastenen från sina egyptiska fälttåg 1799. En sten med, skulle det visa sig, samma text i tre versioner: hieroglyfer, koptiska och, turligt nog, fullt läsbara grekiska bokstäver. Ett tjugotal år senare hade den franske egyptologen JeanFrançois Champollion sammanställt ett slags facit, och lät snart meddela att han kunde tyda de mystiska tecknen. En välkänd historia, men inte i alla detaljer: När jag tar en paus i arbetet med den här texten knäpper jag på radion och hör en utmärkt essä här i OBS, av biologen, författaren och numera IG nobelpristagaren Fredrik Sjöberg. Han slår ett slag för den för mig tidigare okände svenske språkmannen och hedonisten Johan David Åkerblad. Han var, hör jag, faktiskt först med att tyda delar av den koptiska texten på stenen och bidrog till den yngre franska kollegans genombrott. Sedan den hieroglyfiska koden hade knäckts var det möjligt för Europas lärde att också tyda gravinskrifter. Och, framförallt: de kunde sedermera läsa och översätta den ditintills gäckande papyrusskrift som på tyska kom att heta Ägyptisches Totenbuch och på engelska, som sagt, The Egyptian Book of the Dead när den översattes under 1800-talet. Nils Billing har alltså döpt sin översättning till De Dödas Bok. Det är nästan svårt att läsa den utan att ana ekon av en annan läsare: Gunnar Ekelöf, som bland annat i Vägvisare till underjorden lät sig ledsagas av de 3500 år gamla besvärjelserna. Som den här formeln, för att få vara vid guden Thots sida. Skrivkonstens beskyddare, med ibishuvud: Jag är den fruktade i stormen, som skyddar den stora gudinnan i striden. Jag slog dem som högg, jag kylde ned han som brann efter att ha trätt in för den stora gudinnan i striden. Jag skall göra kniven skarp, den som är i Thots hand under stormen. Boken är en sorts manual för hur man ska bete sig, både i livet och på den avgörande tröskeln till det hinsides, för att få komma in Dödsriket. Den avlidnes hjärta placeras, representerat av en skarabé, i en vågskål. Hjärtat är tungt eller lätt, beroende på hur onda eller goda gärningar som begåtts under vandringen på Jorden. I den andra placeras en fjäder, som representerar Sanningen. Vägar hjärtat tyngre än fjädern väger de dåliga gärningarna över och den avlidne har förverkat sin rätt att komma in och beträda den eviga sällhetens rike. Då blir han eller hon istället uppslukad av en krokodil. Scenen går senare igen i antika gestalter som Justitia med sina vågskålar. Men också i senare religioners föreställningar om att individens handlingar i jordelivet får konsekvenser för hennes liv efter detta. Vår föreställning om de gamla egyptierna är att de trodde på ett sådant liv efter detta. Livet är kort, och döden lång. Evigheten varar längst, som Kurt Schwitters en gång skrev. Varför skulle de annars göra sina magnifika gravmonument, mest berömda i form av de stora Pyramiderna, så beständiga? Varför skulle de annars författa De Dödas Bok, med instruktioner om hur man ska leva och bete sig för att kvala in till Duat, deras underjordiska himmelrike? Jag leker med annan tanke. Jag leker med tanken på att de gamla egyptierna kanske var utopister. Att de fäste sin tilltro till ett sällsamt rike i form av Framtiden. Det är ett ganska vanligt tema i gamla skräckfilmer att mumier går igen. Egyptierna var som bekant duktiga på att balsamera och mumifiera sina dignitärer, och det brukar förklaras med att de ska ta sig hela och rena in i dödsriket ungefär på samma sätt som skandinaviska vikingar begravdes med sina käraste ägodelar som de kunde ha användning för i Valhall. I Don deLillos senaste roman, Noll K, skildras ett så kallat kryoniskt laboratorium. Förmögna människor planerar att låta nedfrysa sina döda kroppar, i hopp om att kunna tinas upp i en framtid då de föreställer sig att läkarvetenskapen har hunnit ikapp och ska kunna återföra dem till livet. Sådana anläggningar finns i verkligheten. Bland annat Alcor Life Extension Foundation i Arizona, där nedfrysta kroppar ligger i detta nu och väntar på att återuppstå i Framtiden som i ett löfte om ett kommande Tusenårsrike. Kanske var det så det tänkte, de noggranna gamla egyptierna. Kanske tänkte de sig en framtid då mumierna, precis som i de klassiska skräckfilmerna, skulle resa sig och gå fast utan att vara ute efter hämnd. De skulle återges livet när läkarvetenskapen kommit så långt att den kunde blåsa liv i de balsamerade organen. Nyfikna och prövande skulle de gå omkring och förundras över att Pyramiderna och Sfinxen i Giza fortfarande står. De skulle berätta historier från förr och lära sig köra bil och hantera en dator. För det är något med testerna för att få komma in i dödsriket som inte stämmer. Den fjäder, som ska representera Sanningen, kommer ju alltid att väga lättare än hjärtat. Kanske föreställde de sig ett dödsrike som det inte gick att komma in i, men som det skulle vara svårt att leva utan att ha i åtanke. Livet är kort; döden är lång, men det är också konsten, som det brukar sägas. De Dödas Bok är ett stycke enastående litteratur som för oss närmare människor som levde för 3500 år sedan. Och döden blir på så sätt besegrad ändå. För, som Horatius skriver, med tanke på att hans verser ska överleva honom: Icke helt och hållet skall jag dö. Niklas Qvarnström, författare och kritiker Litteratur De dödas bok  den fornegyptiska dödsboken. Översättning och kommentar Nils Billing, Carlsson bokförlag, 2016.

In de periode tussen 480 en 450 v. Chr. strijdt Rome met haar buren. De guerrillastrijd van haar tegenstanders speelt de eeuwige stad parten. Het voortslepende conflict tussen de plebejers en de patriciërs, de voedselschaarste en de verschillende ziekte uitbraken dragen bij aan de malaise. Daarbij wordt ook nog eens de Citadel ingenomen door... een Sabijn? Als rode draad volgen we de eerste benoeming van de verdeling van de 'Ager publicus' en de totstandkoming van de Wet der XII tafelen. Hier vind je een link naar de website.Hier vind je een link naar de Facebookpagina.

Summary A ratchet is a device that allows something like a nut or bolt to be turned in one direction--but not in reverse. It allows movement in one direction only; it does allow for the object to remain stationary, but no reverse--no “going back.” Isn’t that exactly what is happening almost all around us; in politics, religion, fashion, behavior and “what’s acceptable”, and in technology? In politics we are moving steadily to the left, in fashion and behavior ever more libertine, and technology continues to change our lives--for better and for worse. On the other hand, is education an area where the ratchet effect has us going backwards--not going forward? For the next 10 minutes, we will talk about the ratchet effect in America. Continuing Beginning with two-term Democratic President Woodrow Wilson, 1913-1921, the Democratic party has been moving ever to the left, emphasizing more government responsibilities and fewer individual responsibilities. Democratic President Franklin Roosevelt, FDR, 1933-1945, continued that trend. There were moments when the ratchet stopped moving to the left, but, I argue, it never reversed. Democratic Presidents, John Kennedy, JFK, 1961-1963, and Bill Clinton, 1993-2001, created short pauses, e. g., Kennedy’s tax cut and Clinton’s workfare. Republican President Ronald Reagan, 1981-1989, created something like a two-term pause--but no reversal. The most recent Democratic President, Barack Obama, 2009-2017, pushed the country leftward. No Democratic Presidential primary candidate today would have any chance of being their party’s nominee if they advocated the then-winning policies of either FDR or JFK. And we are already seeing signs that Joe Biden, Obama’s two-term VP, might have an uphill struggle in his apparent effort to be the 2020 Democratic nominee. Why? I argue that the Democratic party has gone past wanting an “Obama Third Term” because the party has taken another leap to the left in just the past few years. Bernie Sanders ran to Hillary Clinton’s left for the 2016 nomination--and lost. Today his party is forcing even him further to the left, adding things like reparations to his platform to be competitive. First-term Rep. Ilhan Omar (D-Minn.) says former President Barack Obama’s promise of “hope and change” was just a mirage. She went further in her criticism by pointing out the “caging of kids” at the U.S.-Mexico border under the Obama administration. (Obama was called the “deporter-in-chief” by immigrant rights advocates for the record number of undocumented immigrants deported during his presidency.) As a capper, at least for now, Rep. Omar called out the “droning of countries around the world” under Obama. A 2015 report claimed that nearly 90% of people killed in recent drone strikes in the Middle East “were not the intended targets.” There is a sudden appearance of women from Biden’s past, seemingly timed to coincide with his impending announcement that he will run for the presidency. They are coming forward with complaints about his having made them uncomfortable with his actions. These women represent the first round of  attacks Biden can expect if he runs for the nomination as expected. Yes, he is old, white, male and heterosexual; all the wrong things to be in today Democratic party politics of identity politics and intersectionality. But the big issue is that his politics are not at all sufficiently left. Sanders is also old, white, male and heterosexual, but his politics are acceptable to those who object to Biden’s. Today’s Key Point: Politics are rapidly ratcheting left. Is that what you want? If so, then you need do nothing. If it is not okay with you, then you need to get moving and make a difference. And no more holding the line, no more Horatius at the Bridge fighting a defensive battle; it is time to reverse the trend. Are you in? What do you intend to do? I’d love to hear from you. Okay, Will,

How can one man make a difference? Is it possible for a single person to defy an army? Maybe. Horatius Cocles might just have tried.

Ju fler marshmallows du avstår i detta liv, desto fler väntar dig när den yttersta Domen faller. Idéhistorikern Michael Azar reflekterar över vårt avvägande mellan nu och sedan. ESSÄ: Detta är en text där skribenten reflekterar över ett ämne eller ett verk. Åsikter som uttrycks är skribentens egna. Livet med små barn handlar i mångt och mycket om att uppfostra dem i den ädla konsten att vänta. Nej, nej inte nu, du måste vänta lite. Kanske senare. Det finns ingen någon ände på all dessa avledningsmanövrar och exerciser i tålamod. En oskyldig aktivitet, kan tyckas, men det är det inte. Det som äger rum i dessa ständiga förhandlingar är ingenting mindre än implementerandet av en splittring i barnets inre liv. En del av barnet skall helt enkelt lära sig att opponera sig gentemot en annan del av det. Där föräldrarna tidigare sagt nej, inte nu, men kanske sen, ska barnet lära sig att en dag viska samma ord till sig själv. Det är sannerligen inte en lätt uppgift. Som bekant böjer sig drifter sällan för rim och reson. Ve den som försöker tukta barnets krav på omedelbar behovstillfredsställelse! En ocean av vrål och tårar hotar. Det pareras och det fintas. För att inte tala om alla tjuvknep och taktiska ultimatum. Problemet är dessutom att barnen förr eller senare kräver kompensation för alla de försakelser som du påtvingar dem. Hur många själar har inte accepterat att avstå från tillfredsställelser i nuet till förmån för det kommande lyckoriket i himlen eller på jorden? Nej, inte nu, men kanske senare. Den fördröjda tillfredsställelsens problem studerades i detalj i Walter Mischels välkända undersökning vid Stanford university i början av 70-talet. Den utgick från ett enkelt experiment: man ger ett barn en marshmallow samtidigt som det ställs inför valet att antingen äta upp den nu, eller vänta ett tag och då istället belönas med två marshmallows. Den inre striden drar igång omedelbart. Barnen blundar eller undviker att titta på den lockande godsaken, de sparkar frenetiskt på bordet och tuggar sitt hår för att övervinna den hägrande njutningen. Vissa klarar sig inte längre än några sekunder. Endast en tredjedel visar sig ha de få minuters tålamod som det fordras för att fördubbla antalet godbitar. Man bör inte ringakta värdet av detta tidiga köpslående med barnets drifter. Det handlar dessutom inte bara om den enskilda individens öde. Hela den sociala gemenskapens inre stabilitet vilar ju på premissen att dess medlemmar förmår tämja och reglera sina drifter. Det bäddar för en strid som saknar egentlig lösning: ur gemenskapens synvinkel är individens driftsliv inte bara en möjlig resurs, utan också en potentiell fara som måste kontrolleras och undertryckas; ur individens perspektiv däremot utgör gemenskapen inte bara en existentiell grundval, utan också ett veritabelt hot mot hennes möjlighet till reell tillfredsställelse. Föräldrarnas kraftmätning med barnen ingår med andra ord i ett betydligt större moraliskt, politiskt och kanske rentav metafysiskt sammanhang. Ta bara den messianska tradition som präglat så stora delar av västerlandets historia och som på många sätt bara utgör en version på mantrat inte nu, men sen. Hur många själar har inte accepterat att avstå från tillfredsställelser i nuet till förmån för det kommande lyckoriket i himlen eller på jorden? Ibland har själva driftsförsakelsen uppfattats som kungsvägen till paradiset. Varför skulle de kristna, säger till exempel Paulus, försaka så många av jordelivets glädjeämnen om de inte  just därigenom  kunde räkna med rikare njutningar i ett kommande liv? Ju mer marshmallows du avstår i detta liv, desto fler väntar dig när den yttersta Domen faller. Men vad händer i den stund du slutar tro på den kommande saligheten? När mantrat börjar förlora sin trovärdighet? Man kan i sammanhanget betänka den katolska världens ramaskri inför påve Franciskus föregivna avskaffande av helvetet Det är inte utan fasa som Paulus dryftar misstanken att Jesus kanske inte alls uppstod från de döda. Om så vore fallet, säger han, skulle ju förkunnelsen vara tom och alla uppoffringar meningslösa. Och för ett ögonblick låter Paulus nästan som en anhängare till Horatius berömda credo att Fånga dagen. Om de döda inte uppstår, säger Paulus, låt oss då äta och dricka, ty i morgon skall vi dö. Man kan i sammanhanget betänka den katolska världens ramaskri inför påve Franciskus föregivna avskaffande av helvetet i en intervju i den italienska dagstidningen La Repubblica våren 2018, på skärtorsdagen av alla dagar. Det är lätt att tro det borde ha till jubel och fest bland världens katoliker, men istället såg sig Vatikanen nödgad att stilla sina efterföljares oro genom att hävda att Franciskus blivit felciterad. Kanske hör det till försakelsens logik att den måste rättfärdiga sig själv så att dygden åtminstone blir sin egen belöning. Härigenom uppnås tillfredsställelsen inte längre genom att konsumera det efterlängtade objektet utan genom att avvisa det. Den mest tankeväckande gestaltningen av hela detta tema finner vi annars i den mytiska berättelsen om Orfeus och Eurydike. Orfeus, denne musikens trollkarl, äger inte bara förmågan att få hela naturen att lyssna. Han lyckas även charma underjordens gudaväsen till att låta hans älskade Eurydike lämna de dödas rike. Gudarna ställer bara ett enda motkrav: du får inte vända dig om för att skåda henne på vägen tillbaka jordelivet. Håll din Eros i strama tyglar, käre Orfeus. Hav tålamod! För ett ögonblicks njutning i nuet kan du förlora henne för evigheten! Ni vet redan hur det gick med den historien. Enligt den klassiska tolkningen visar sig skönsångarens våldsamma kärlekslängtan alldeles för stark för att hållas i schack. Orfeus offrar allt för en enda liten blick och sedan är hon borta för alltid. Han sträcker sig efter henne, men famnar endast luft, som det berättas i Ovidius Metamorfoser. Men kanske är det trots allt för enkelt att bara tolka Orfeus handling som ett utslag av hans brist på tålamod, av hans oförmåga att vänta. Kanske bör vi istället förstå hans gest som ett uttryck för en djupare insikt i det mänskliga begärets natur. Och kanske kan vi då rentav läsa tillbakablicken som ett medvetet val: det är just genom att inte återförena sig med hennes förgängliga kropp i livet som han kan föreviga begäret till hennes själ i döden. I en sådan läsning illustrerar vår musiske hjälte en smärtsam klarsyn som här och var tränger sig fram genom teologins, litteraturens och konstens korridorer  och som låter oss förstå att det mänskliga begäret är som starkast när det får livnära sig på förlust, död och uteblivna möten. Så förtätas livet och döden, Messias och Eurydike, i det lilla barnets envetna kamp med den hägrande godsaken. I väntan på det goda kan man både alltid och aldrig vänta för länge. Michael Azar, professor i idé- och lärdomshistoria   Litteratur Walter Mischel, Marshmallowtestet: att bemästra självkontroll (Volante, 2014, översättare Stefan Lindgren). Ovidius, Metamorfoser (Natur och kultur, 2015, översättning Ingvar Björkeson).  Angående påven påstådda förnekande i La repubblica: "E un onore essere chiamato rivoluzionario (La Repubblica, 28/3-2018; intervju med Eugenio Scalfari). Och Vatikanens dementering: "La fake intervista di Scalfari al Papa costa il posto a Odifreddi (3/4-2018).

Ordet "lagom" beskrivs ibland som någon oöversättbart svenskt. En sorts nationalklenod. Men det är en myt. Och det finns flera skäl att ifrågasätta lagomideologin, säger latinforskaren Anna Blennow. ESSÄ: Detta är en text där skribenten reflekterar över ett ämne eller ett verk. Åsikter som uttrycks är skribentens egna. År 1748 utkom den franske filosofen Montesquieus verk De lEsprit des Lois (Om lagarnas anda). Där presenterade han den klimatlära som skulle få stort inflytande under mer än ett sekel framöver. Montesquieu menade att klimatet påverkade såväl individer som hela samhällen. I varmare länder med behaglig temperatur och fruktbar natur blev befolkningen mindre benägen till hårt arbete, men mera förfinad beträffande sinnesförnimmelser. I nordligare områden bidrog det bistra klimatet till djärvhet och uthållighet, men minskade estetiska och empatiska färdigheter. Nordligt förnuft och sydlig känsla. Men plötsliga klimatförändringar kunde kasta om begreppen. Den som reste till ett annat land förändrades nämligen snart till sin karaktär på grund av det nya klimatet. Vilket klimat var då generellt det bästa? Föga förvånande menade Montesquieu att Frankrike, hans eget hemland, var den mest idealiska platsen av alla. Där var det varken farligt varmt eller plågsamt kallt: det var lagom. Och lagom är ju som bekant bäst. Landet lagom skall med lag byggas.  Tanken om en idealiskt balanserad mittpunkt mellan extrema positioner var inte ny. Hos den romerske poeten Horatius kallas den för aurea mediocritas, den gyllene medelvägen. I en dikt till vännen Licinius illustrerar han begreppet så här:   Livets kurs, Licinius, är den rätta om du inte ständigt styr ut på havet eller, rädd för stormarna, seglar nära farliga stränder. Vindens kast är värst för den största furan. Mera våldsamt faller de torn som strävar högt mot himlens höjd, och till bergens toppar söker sig blixten. (Ode II.10)   Naturens våldsamma krafter blir i romersk poesi ofta symbol för människans problematiska tillvaro. Ett stormande hav kan stå för såväl inre strid som samhällelig konflikt. Den som då seglar rakt ut på djupet är dumdristig. Men att fegt styra för nära stranden är inte heller utan faror. Samhällsskeppet kan stranda på en förrädisk sandbank, och den personliga lilla roddbåten kan krossas mot tillkortakommandets klippor. I dikten speglas vikten av ta sig i akt för det som under antiken kallades hybris, ett tillstånd av övermod gentemot gudarna. Den som byggde torn av självbelåtenhet och skyhög arrogans straffades hårt från högre ort genom stormvindar och blixtnedslag. Men hybrisförbudet rådde också på mellanmänsklig nivå, som en generell överenskommelse om en gemensam rättsuppfattning. Motsatsen till hybris var sophrosýne, som stod för måttfullhet och självkontroll. Om hybris reglerade det hotande övermåttet, handlade den gyllene medelvägen istället om att hitta balansen mellan överdrift och underdrift, mellan övermod och blygsamhet, mellan gapskratt och avgrundsdjup sorg. En livsstil präglad av det som är lagom, som vi också finner i den epikureiska filosofin, där den högsta formen av lycka inte är virvlande eufori, utan lugnet som vilar i frånvaron av smärta och bristen på förtärande begär. Tänk om lagom inte är trivsamt och ombonat, utan bakbundet av sociala normer och oskrivna lagar Lagom är bäst fanns alltså, i vanlig ordning, redan hos de gamla grekerna. Ändå är det ett begrepp som i vår tid kommit att bli synonymt med Sverige. En livsstilsartikel i The Telegraph förutspådde att det svenska lagom skulle bli sista skriket till och med för britterna, som traditionellt dragits till det mer excentriska snarare än det utslätade och välanpassade. Artikeln hyllar det balanserade, det harmoniska och enkla hos det som är lagom. Den svenska folkhemstanken, där alla ska ha rätt till vackra vardagsvaror, semester och fikaraster, och där ingen ska ta för sig på någon annans bekostnad, kopplas till den etymologiska förklaring av lagom som ofta presenteras som laget om, i en tänkt fornnordisk scen där mjödbägaren eller grötskeden går runt bordet. Men som lingvisten Mikael Parkvall har visat i boken Lagom finns bara i Sverige och andra myter om språk är ordet lagom faktiskt belagt först från 1600-talet. Och det är lagen, inte laget, som ligger bakom. Lagom betyder alltså någonting som sker lagenligt. Detta påpekar även Göran Everdahl i Boken om lagom från 2018, där han också driver idén om att Sverige är den plats som är mest lagom av alla. Lagom är bäst, och hemma är bäst helt i Montesquieus anda. Och Sverige framställs som såväl klassiskt folkhemskt som alldeles lagom mysigt. Varken lysrör eller kolmörker. Mellanmjölk, mellanöl och Lätt och Lagom. Det måste väl vara den bästa av världar? Lagom kan tyckas så självklart och så naturligt. Inte för mycket och inte för lite. Men har inte lagom också en mörkare avigsida? För ordet handlade ju inte om det där mysigt solidariska eller om att dela lika, utan om det som är lagenligt. Lagens långa arm sträcker sig ända in i folkhemsstugorna. Landet lagom skall med lag byggas. I Svenska Akademiens ordbok förklaras lagom som det som har lämplig omfattning, inträffar vid en lämplig tidpunkt, eller är som sig bör. Men vem råder över vad som är lämpligt? Bestämmer vi egentligen själva över vad som är lagom? Tänk om det visar sig att det i själva verket är Socialstyrelsen, eller till och med Jantelagen som slår fast vad som är lagom! Tänk om lagom inte är trivsamt och ombonat, utan bakbundet av sociala normer och oskrivna lagar: ängsligheten i det stilrena och avskalade, fruktan för att uppslukas av alltför storblommiga tapeter, eller att inte vara lagom rund till baddräktssäsongen. Tro inte att du är något, men akta dig också för att inte vara någon. Är lagom att vara nöjd, eller att nöja sig? Att vara i balans, eller att böja sig? Men lagom har också en trösterik aspekt. Långt från alla maktstrukturer kan det ju också vara det individanpassade, det småskaligt hänsynsfulla människor emellan. Blir det lagom för dig om vi ses klockan två (även om jag hellre vill ses klockan tre)? Det vilar något civilisationshistoriskt över lagom, både dess mörka maktstrukturer och dess mera jämngrå betryggande genomsnittlighet. Oavsett innebörd förblir lagom ett väldigt mänskligt mått. ur miljösynpunkt är lagom långtifrån bäst. Vår bekväma välfärdshybris straffas omgående av gudarna med extremväder och klimatförändringar. Sverige, Sverige, är du verkligen landet lagom? Och går det att pressa in allt från mode till mysbelysning i denna svenska framgångssaga? Till och med Göran Everdahl får till slut göra avsteg från sin lagomlära och medge att svenskarnas frossande i semlor och fredagsmysets ymnighetshorn av snacks inte alls är särskilt lagom. Och tänk om lagom i själva verket är det handfallet ofullkomnade, varken tillräckligt mycket eller tillräckligt lite? I kapitlet Lagom miljö propagerar Everdahl för en måttfull lösning med lagom sopsortering. Men ur miljösynpunkt är lagom långtifrån bäst. Vår bekväma välfärdshybris straffas omgående av gudarna med extremväder och klimatförändringar. Hur ska det då gå med det mest lagom av alla samtalsämnen, det svenska vädret? Och vad får det för effekt på vår nationella måttfullhet enligt Montesquieus klimatlära? Om inte ett lagom tempererat klimat håller oss kvar mitt på den gyllene medelvägen, kommer kanske också vårt sinne för lagom snart att vara ett minne blott. Anna Blennow, latinforskare och skribent Litteratur Göran Everdahl, Boken om lagom. Norstedts 2018. Mikael Parkvall, Lagom finns bara i Sverige och andra myter om språk. 2009. Horatius, Plocka din dag. Oden i urval och översättning av Gunnar Harding och Tore Janson. W&W 2017. The Telegraph 16/1 2017: Goodbye Hygge, hello Lagom: the secret of Swedish contentment.

Våra äventyrare går djupare in i mörkret! Ragnar gillrar en fälla. Horatius visar att en halvkorpulent präst ska man minsann inte leka med...   Musik av Hatpastorn. Omslagskonst av Sebastian Ljungdahl. www.grodkonungensborg.se pod@grodkonungensborg.se

Buck up Buckaroo! I love Westerns. I often wonder if the death of the western has led to some of our confidence problems today. In this episode I compare Jordan Peterson's Rule Number 1 "Stand Up Straight WIth Your Shoulders Back" to the westerns of the 1939 to 1969 era as well as to the poem Horatius by Macaulay. I'll discuss Ayn Rand and the mind/body integration How the wester American hero illuminates Peterson's number one rule A full analysis of the rule with reference to movies like Rio Bravo, Red River, The Searchers, Hondo, True Grit, The Wild Bunch, Butch Cassidy And the Sundance Kid and why Clint Eastwood is a horrible human being for creating High Plains Drifter. The second half of the program is a reading of the poem Horatius followed by an in-depth converse with verse where I lay out the story and analyze it from a Petersonian perspective. Enjoy!

Buck up Buckaroo! I love Westerns. I often wonder if the death of the western has led to some of our confidence problems today. In this episode I compare Jordan Peterson's Rule Number 1 "Stand Up Straight WIth Your Shoulders Back" to the westerns of the 1939 to 1969 era as well as to the poem Horatius by Macaulay. I'll discuss Ayn Rand and the mind/body integration How the wester American hero illuminates Peterson's number one rule A full analysis of the rule with reference to movies like Rio Bravo, Red River, The Searchers, Hondo, True Grit, The Wild Bunch, Butch Cassidy And the Sundance Kid and why Clint Eastwood is a horrible human being for creating High Plains Drifter. The second half of the program is a reading of the poem Horatius followed by an in-depth converse with verse where I lay out the story and analyze it from a Petersonian perspective. Enjoy!

Carpe diem. Seize the day. Grab your chances, life is short. Our consumer culture has hijacked this quote by Horatius argues Britsh philospher Roman Krznaric. You buy stuff, you carefully manage your time, you are constantly online, or you are mindful, so you think you've seized the day. But actually, says Krznaric, all this does not make your life more valuable. Come and learn how you can regain the true meaning of carpe diem. Carpe Diem | Radboud Reflects Lecture by philosopher Roman Krznaric | Thursday 14 September 2017 | 19.30 – 21.00 h. Read the review (Dutch): http://www.ru.nl/radboudreflects/terugblik/terugblik-2017-0/terugblik-2017/17-09-14-carpe-diem-lecture-by-philosopher-roman/ Or watch the video: https://youtu.be/oUa9XNVc_sY Never want to miss a podcast again? Subscribe to this channel. Radboud Reflects Organizes in-depth lectures about philosophy, religion, ethics, society and culture. www.ru.nl/radboudreflects Wil je op de hoogte blijven van onze activiteiten? Schrijf je dan in voor de tweewekelijkse nieuwsbrief: https://www.ru.nl/radboudreflects/nieuwsbrief/aanmelden-mailnieuwsbrief-radboud-reflects/ Do you want to stay up to date about our activities? Please sign in for the English newsletter: https://www.ru.nl/radboudreflects/nieuwsbrief/subscribe-to-newsletter/

"Dünya bir gündür, o da bugündür." "İnsanlar plan yaparken kader/Tanrı gülermiş." "Yaşamanın önündeki en büyük engel, yarının üzerinde sallanan ve bugünü heba eden beklenti. Kaderin kontrolündeki şeyleri planlayıp kendi kontrolünüzdeki şeylerden vazgeçiyorsunuz. Hangi hedefler için çabalıyorsunuz? Tüm gelecek belirsizliğe uzanıyor. Anı yaşayın.” "Şimdiki zamanın sahip olduğunuz tek şey olduğunu fark edin. Şimdiyi hayatınızın odağı haline getirin." ve daha birçokları. Bu bölümde, "carpe diem"i eleştiriyoruz. Horatius'a da Ölü Ozanlar Derneği'ne de lanet olsun.

Massimo Fuggetta, chief investment officer of Bayes Investments, based in London, talks about how he chose the structure and platform for his fund launch in Europe. Massimo started his career in 1988 with JP Morgan Investment Management in London, where he was an equity portfolio manager and then the head of global balanced portfolios. In 1999 he moved to Milan, where he was CIO and then CEO of Sanpaolo IMI Asset Management. In 2004 he founded Horatius, an asset management company which he ran until 2011. In 2012 he moved back to London, where in 2014 he founded Bayes Investments, which since May 2016 has been the investment advisor to the Made in Italy Fund, a Luxembourg mutual fund dedicated to Italian small caps. Massimo graduated in Economics at LUISS in Rome, has a D.Phil. and an M.Phil. in Economics from the University of Oxford and has taught Behavioural Finance at Bocconi University in Milan. He is a member of the CFA Institute and has served on the Editorial Board of the Financial Analysts Journal. In 2012 he started the popular Bayes blog, where he writes, among other things, about investing and probabilities.

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