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This site contains CWNY’s works from 3/3/12 through 7/31/21, when CWNY ceased writing, as noted by his family in The Minstrel Sleeps. To download a pdf of all posts from this time period, go to About this site. (You may also download individual posts and pages, using a plugin we’ve made available.)
Please note that this site includes all posts from his previously de-platformed blog, which were completely restored as of 6/10/22. Should you wish to view only those restored posts, use the category link: Older posts (pre-April 2019).
For CWNY’s writing from 5/25/06 to 2/25/12, visit his older blog, still available here.
More content on this site is also available on the Remembrances page, which includes his final, albeit unfinished, Christmas story, and To His Readers (4/21/19), which he posted after his return from being deplatformed.
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Tag Archives: Robert Louis Stevenson
The Evil of What Seems
Hamlet. Ay, madam, it is common. Queen. If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? Hamlet. Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not “seems.” ‘Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn … Continue reading
The Liberals’ Orphanage of Horror
Nothing can be conceived more hard than the heart of a thoroughbred metaphysician. It comes nearer to the cold malignity of a wicked spirit than to the frailty and passion of a man. It is like that of the principle … Continue reading
For God So Loved the World
“Wondrous was the cross of victory.” – The Dream of the Rood __________ Liberalism is from the devil. That is so obvious it seems rather unnecessary to say it, but we must say it over and over again for the … Continue reading
Who Follows in Their Train?
Home I return across the sea,And go to bed with backward looksAt my dear land of story-books. -Robert Louis Stevenson __________ The late John Tyndall of Britain and the late Samuel Francis of the American South were two of the … Continue reading
One Particular God
And Jesus departed from thence, and came nigh unto the sea of Galilee; and went up into a mountain, and sat down there. And great multitudes came unto him, having with them those that were lame, blind, dumb, maimed, and … Continue reading
The Stone Which the Builders Rejected
Jesus saith unto them, Did ye never read in the scriptures, The stone which the builders rejected, the same is become the head of the corner: this is the Lord’s doing, and it is marvellous in our eyes? Therefore say … Continue reading
Like Unto That of a Little Child
And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. – John 1: 5 ____________________________ I believe that I’ve mentioned the travelogues of James A. Fitzpatrick before. He was a reporter who traveled around the world on behalf … Continue reading
Our World Is Not Their World
We are in a war of a peculiar nature. It is not with an ordinary community, which is hostile or friendly as passion or as interest may veer about; not with a State which makes war through wantonness, and abandons … Continue reading
Ponies, Politics, and the Eternal Romance
This brings us to the necessity of concluding that the upholders of mere dialectic, whether they appear in this modern form or in another, are among the most subversive enemies of society and culture. They are attacking an ultimate source … Continue reading
We All Shall Come Home
The indulgence of a sort of undefined hope, an obscure confidence, that some lurking remains of virtue, some degree of shame, might exist in the breasts of the oppressors of France, has been among the causes which have helped to … Continue reading