"I rarely read any Latin, Greek, German, Italian, sometimes not a French book, in the original, which I can procure in a good version. I like to be beholden to the great metropolitan English speech, the sea which receives tributaries from every region under heaven. I should as soon think of swimming across Charles River when I wish to go to Boston, as of reading all my books in originals when I have them rendered for me in my mother tongue."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Books"
I'm enjoying the enlightening discussion of Flannery O'Connor's stories on Jonathan Rogers' blog. You may remember that I wrote about being disturbed by "The River" last summer. That's the story for this week, and the group has open my eyes to this terrific work. It's still disturbing, but it's disturbing like a Reformed pastor's smack-down now. This will likely be one of favorite stories from now on.