Of the available ways for an educational institution to spend its time, anti-intellectualism is quite literally the dumbest.
I just told a story about my landlords Tommy and Tommy to the heads of chess club: Sean and Sean.
Oh New York…
“I’m glad to be with you Samwise Gamgee… here at the end of all things.”
“He who wants to enter the holiness of the day must first lay down the profanity of clattering commerce, of being yoked to toil. He must go away from the screech of dissonant days, from the nervousness and fury of acquisitiveness and the betrayal in embezzling his own life. He must say farewell to manual work and learn to understand that the world has already been created and will survive without the help of man. Six days a week we wrestle with the world, wringing profit from the earth; on the Sabbath we especially care for the seed of eternity planted in the soul. The world has our hands, but our soul belongs to Someone Else. Six days a week we seek to dominate the world, on the seventh day we try to dominate the self.”
— Abraham Joshua Heschel, The Sabbath
For the Best Christmas Stories, we’re now reading The Little Guest by Margery Williams Bianco. Really love the ending to this one.
For my annual readings of The Best Christmas stories, here is Santa Claus: A Psychograph by Gamaliel Bradford. It’s a wonderful bit about the psychology behind a man who would want to travel around the world giving to others.
As well as the psychology of those who hope to emulate him by participating in the mythos:
Getting into the momentum here reading one an hour for our annual tradition of the best Christmas stories. You’ll be able to tell Tara and I are enjoying relaxing to the sounds of Christmas all around us… relaxing enough that I botched the intro on My First Christmas Tree by Hamlin Garland like eight times.