I briefly reflect on the use of alcohol within the Christian tradition and in relation to present legislation in the United States of America; in the broader lens of culture, and ultimately in relation to virtue; quoting at length Ss Thomas Aquinas and John Chrysostom on the virtue of temperance, and its servant sobriety.

Our Editor receives two letters telling him of the physical impediment that will stand in the way of seeking formation with the Priestly Fraternity of Saint Peter and the Institute of Christ the King Sovereign Priest, and tells of his meeting with Fr. Edward Lohse on the morrow, wherein he hopes to begin dialogue with the diocese, that he may pursue Holy Orders.

Our Editor muses on the difficulty of telling someone that you don’t reciprocate their love, asking how it can be done? Should it? And to what degree must we selflessly offer ourselves in oblation for another? The answers are not forthcoming and the questions remain pointedly devastating, whatever the course.

A brief recollection on the Feast of Ss Peter and Paul of Bradford resident and papal pretender, Chester Olszewski.

The lineage of cheese is demonstrably beyond all record. What did the faun in the beginning of time when a god surprised him or a mortal had the misfortune to come across him in the woods? It is well known that the faun offered either of them cheese. So he knew how to make it.

I have often wondered why men were blamed for seeking to know men of title. That a man should be blamed for the acceptance of, or uniformity with, ideals not his own is right enough; but a man who simply reveres a Lord does nothing so grave: and why he should not revere such a being passes my comprehension.

Billy Mays dies, aged 50. P. J. Etherington considers what this means.

I, Adam Mitchell Bernard Bond — Editor-in-Chief, restore the retracted essay criticising Governer Strickland’s budget proposal, wherein Ohio’s public libraries are threatened with a $2 billion, 50% budget cut. A library employee and dependent patron, Mr Etherington, fumes volcanically and champions our tabernacles of learning.

A clarification on the post concerning State of Ohio libraries and apologies to those persons or institutions scandalized or offended. [While this retraction has been maintained out of deference to my friend and colleague, it does not represent the official position of The Gentleman’s Journal. — Ed.]

The first part of my account of the last months wherein I was afflicted with that aberrant creature of sin — a second vile infection — and was further plunged into the misery of medical sterility and — upon release — the heaviness of a broken body.

Mankind has — since the dawn of time — pondered the reasoning for why the chicken crossed the road, in our pursuance of that end we have interviewed philosophers, public persons, entertainers, and literary men in the hopes of getting a glimpse into the perplexing, abysmal void which shrouds this primal query. We are no closer to an answer.

A prayer written for those deranged souls who like the demoniac went full applesauce under the light of the silvery moon.

Another non-poem by our Editor in the spirit of ‘The Priests on the Walls,’ making even less sense than, ‘I am a Hypocrite,’ the reader cascades across the sunny fields of Elysium and flutters through the meadows of Asphodel, knowing only that the thurifer is a Freemason and it’s all done with a Fiddleback.

Respectfully Submitted to the Faculty of Nashotah House In Fulfillment of the Requirements for The Degree of Master of Theological Studies in May 2003, by the Reverend Father Davidson R. Morse, of the Protestant Episcopal Church of the United States of America.

Deeply do I feel, ever will I protest, for I can appeal to the ample testimony of history to bear me out, that, in questions of right and wrong, there is nothing really strong in the whole world, nothing decisive and operative, but the voice of him, to whom have been committed the keys of the kingdom and the oversight of Christ’s flock.