tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989033992988999073.post2988799572154270288..comments2024-03-26T02:25:58.003-05:00Comments on Little House in Chicago: Haunting MeTesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11095694388830565339noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989033992988999073.post-20484959310256632652011-08-15T14:53:19.173-05:002011-08-15T14:53:19.173-05:00Lauren, what a beautiful reflection. Thank you so ...Lauren, what a beautiful reflection. Thank you so much. Perhaps it's been in my mind as I'm moving because I see it as a lifestyle to aspire to. I'll look up Pearce's commentary, and read your blog post about it too. Thanks for the ideas. :)Tesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11095694388830565339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989033992988999073.post-6637917696663191452011-08-09T20:45:25.442-05:002011-08-09T20:45:25.442-05:00Why, thanks, Tess! Part of my love for this passag...Why, thanks, Tess! Part of my love for this passage stems from Joseph Pearce's commentary on King Lear. But I think I can say, aside from that, that this passage *is* haunting for a few reasons. These words are spoken by some one who is facing total adversity--the first line, which you are missing there, is "Come, let's away to prison." But instead of dreading it, he speaks of it with quiet contentment, of peace, even joy: the communion of two souls content with anything as long as they have each other. He has seen the folly of worldly pursuits ("gilded butterflies talk of court news"). Now, he's content to "pray, and sing, and laugh, and tell old tales". An ideal life, indeed, complete with the beauty of total love and forgiveness between two hearts ("when thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, and ask of thee forgiveness, and so we'll live"). Secondly, it speaks of a genuine wonder and child-like delight with life itself, the "mystery of things"--even in prison. But to understand the term "God's spies"--with all it's fascinating connotation--you have to add the next lines. <br /><br />" . . . take upon us the mystery of things, as if we were God's Spies, <br />And wear out, in a wall'd prison, pacts and sects of great ones <br />That ebb and flow by the moon." <br /><br />They've found something eternal, and holding on to it, though they might look like fools to the rest of the world, they know they'll outlast all the world's own fools who go up and down with the tides of fashion, politics, and power. <br /><br />There are *chapters* more to be said about this. I talk a little more about it at the end of this article (http://gods-spies.blogspot.com/2010/07/walking-with-children.html). But don't take my word for it. Go read Joseph Pearce, heehee. ;) <br /><br />God bless! :)Lauren (RoseinFaith)https://www.blogger.com/profile/11899830425538975942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989033992988999073.post-82246252047173522342011-08-09T13:20:28.476-05:002011-08-09T13:20:28.476-05:00Lauren, thanks for the comment, and I must say I v...Lauren, thanks for the comment, and I must say I very much enjoy your blog too! If you don't mind me asking, what is it you like about this passage? Perhaps you can help shed some light on why it's been in my thoughts so much lately. :)Tesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11095694388830565339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989033992988999073.post-38311457079348140812011-08-07T15:07:08.708-05:002011-08-07T15:07:08.708-05:00Aaah, as you probably could have guessed from my b...Aaah, as you probably could have guessed from my blog (http://gods-spies.blogspot.com/), that is my #1 favorite passage of Shakespeare! :) <br /><br />Delightful blog, by the way. :)Lauren (RoseinFaith)https://www.blogger.com/profile/11899830425538975942noreply@blogger.com