Sunday Morning, February 23

1) From this morning’s devotional, Matthew 6:23: “But if thine eye be evil, they whole body shall be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!”

1a) Also, for the first time in a very long time, picked up Haunts of the Black Masseur: The Swimmer as Hero and found the pages that had to deal with Shelley and his fatal fascination with the sea. His wife described him coming into the dining room for lunch “naked as a needle, glistening with sea water” and with bits of seaweed through his hair.

2) For a few days, a hard little lump in my throat like a large marble or a chestnut. Only this morning did it make me think of Uncle Davy in Nancy Mitford’s The Pursuit of Love, who left Louisa’s wedding earlier after he “twisted his tonsil” while singing the hymn “As pants the hart.”

3) Last night, after some ridiculous trouble with ye yTynes and ye Ypple, I was able to watch The Favourite on the Yewtybbe. Billed as a comedy, it’s actually much more brutal - much too brutal - for my taste, but there are some fun and funny bits. The duck race near the beginning, the rabbits . . . but then the scenes in the brothel are horrifying.

3a) All that said, I am rather tempted to read up on the history now.