Apocalypse Nights

I dreamed I was walking through a desolate Night. I had come a greatdistance from the barren lands of Acedia. It was pitch dark except for thelantern loaned to me by the old man; there were also curious twinklings oflight which I followed in uneven, confusing patterns across the splattered glass and smoking ruins of… Read More Apocalypse Nights

Acedia and Its Discontents: Metaphysical Boredom in an Empire of Desire

“In the arid wasteland that is academic writing, amid the wider desert that is modern secular thought, R. J. Snell’s book on acedia is an oasis of flowers and fruit and fresh water. Professor Snell reminds us that man must never be made subordinate to work, nor even to the empty ‘vacations’ that are but interruptions in work. He… Read More Acedia and Its Discontents: Metaphysical Boredom in an Empire of Desire