Upon This Rock →
Fascinating essay on a Christian rock festival by John Jeremiah Sullivan, as printed in GQ.
The ordinary man has always been sane because the ordinary man has always been a...– G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy.
I have the strangest reaction to beautiful things, sometimes: finding it hard to look directly at something that pleases me so much—as if by enjoying it with my eyes I somehow consume too much of it, violate it. In the same way, some people are simply too wonderful to speak to. I just marvel over their letters—and try, vaguely, to return them, weeks later.
I have a Harp lager. I have Hornblower and the Hotspur. I have a backyard shaded by maples. I have the fine early evening of spring just after the rain. I have bare feet, sore muscles, freshly scrubbed skin, solitude. I have everything.
In Which I Am Particular
This will sound terribly dramatic, but I think the reason I’m so critical of female appearance (this girl is too curvy, that too thin; this girl’s hair too stringy, that one too frizzy; these eyes too round and those too squinty) is that, without exception, none of them, in the slightest, resemble her. And if such surfaces present an obstacle to my liking a woman, how much more so...