Ye gods and little fiishes, what a ghastly thing the Catholic Church is. Reading this book about the treatment meted out to the unquestionably heretical Cathars, or "the Perfect" as they called themselves, makes me feel sorry for the "saints" and "holy" men involved in the brutal and complete sup...
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Dr...
He'd asked the simple, classic question—what did you do last summer?—and the answer he received was a puzzle. Now he'd have to play along. " What front?"he said at last. "The Western Front." He nodded, relieved to have heard something vaguely famili...
COHAC !” Everywhere they went the Dominicans heard the mocking cry, the raucous call of the crow. The people of Carcassonne were jubilant, sardonic, intent on inventing their own exemplum. In their view, the Dominicans, enrobed in their black scapulars, were no better than crows, feasting on carr...