For the Memorial of St. Catherine of Siena, Virgin and Doctor of the Church

"MENTAL and emotional liberty are not so simple as they look. Really they require almost as careful a balance of laws and conditions as do social and political liberty. The ordinary aesthetic anarchist who sets out to feel everything freely gets knotted at last in a paradox that prevents him feeling at all. He breaks away from home limits to follow poetry. But in ceasing to feel home limits he has ceased to feel the "Odyssey." He is free from national prejudices and outside patriotism. But being outside patriotism he is outside "Henry V." Such a literary man is simply outside all literature: he is more of a prisoner than any bigot. For if there is a wall between you and the world, it makes little difference whether you describe yourself as locked in or as locked out. What we want is not the universality that is outside all normal sentiments; we want the universality that is inside all normal sentiments. It is all the difference between being free from them, as a man is free from a prison, and being free of them as a man is free of a city. I am free from Windsor Castle (that is, I am not forcibly detained there), but I am by no means free of that building. How can man be approximately free of fine emotions, able to swing them in a clear space without breakage or wrong? THIS was the achievement of this Christian paradox of the parallel passions. Granted the primary dogma of the war between divine and diabolic, the revolt and ruin of the world, their optimism and pessimism, as pure poetry, could be loosened like cataracts.

"St. Francis, in praising all good, could be a more shouting optimist than Walt Whitman. St. Jerome, in denouncing all evil, could paint the world blacker than Schopenhauer. Both passions were free because both were kept in their place. The optimist could pour out all the praise he liked on the gay music of the march, the golden trumpets, and the purple banners going into battle. But he must not call the fight needless. The pessimist might draw as darkly as he chose the sickening marches or the sanguine wounds. But he must not call the fight hopeless. So it was with all the other moral problems, with pride, with protest, and with compassion. By defining its main doctrine, the Church not only kept seemingly inconsistent things side by side, but, what was more, allowed them to break out in a sort of artistic violence otherwise possible only to anarchists. Meekness grew more dramatic than madness. Historic Christianity rose into a high and strange COUP DE THEATRE of morality—things that are to virtue what the crimes of Nero are to vice. The spirits of indignation and of charity took terrible and attractive forms, ranging from that monkish fierceness that scourged like a dog the first and greatest of the Plantagenets, to the sublime pity of St. Catherine, who, in the official shambles, kissed the bloody head of the criminal. Poetry could be acted as well as composed. This heroic and monumental manner in ethics has entirely vanished with supernatural religion. They, being humble, could parade themselves: but we are too proud to be prominent. Our ethical teachers write reasonably for prison reform; but we are not likely to see Mr. Cadbury, or any eminent philanthropist, go into Reading Gaol and embrace the strangled corpse before it is cast into the quicklime. Our ethical teachers write mildly against the power of millionaires; but we are not likely to see Mr. Rockefeller, or any modern tyrant, publicly whipped in Westminster Abbey.

"Thus, the double charges of the secularists, though throwing nothing but darkness and confusion on themselves, throw a real light on the faith. It is true that the historic Church has at once emphasised celibacy and emphasised the family; has at once (if one may put it so) been fiercely for having children and fiercely for not having children. It has kept them side by side like two strong colours, red and white, like the red and white upon the shield of St. George. It has always had a healthy hatred of pink. It hates that combination of two colours which is the feeble expedient of the philosophers. It hates that evolution of black into white which is tantamount to a dirty gray. In fact, the whole theory of the Church on virginity might be symbolized in the statement that white is a colour: not merely the absence of a colour. All that I am urging here can be expressed by saying that Christianity sought in most of these cases to keep two colours coexistent but pure. It is not a mixture like russet or purple; it is rather like a shot silk, for a shot silk is always at right angles, and is in the pattern of the cross."

~G.K. Chesterton: Orthodoxy, Ch.VI─The Paradoxes of Christianity.
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The Ecstasy of St. Catherine of Siena,
by Pompeo Batoni.
Oil on canvas, 1743; Museo di Villa Guinigi, Lucca.

Paso Abril y No Hubo Fútbol, llegó Mayo y Seguimos Igual

Nueva Suspensión de la Liga Amateur de Fútbol para este Sábado 07 de Mayo.

La Liga Amateur de Fútbol seguirá de receso, si bien han mejorado ambos campos de juego, todavía se complica el poder jugar en los mismos ya que todavía queda agua en algunos sectores y en otros la gran humedad el piso no permite ni siquiera el ingreso de las maquinarias para cortar el cesped.

A raíz de esta situación se ha resuelto posponer una semana mas el reinicio del Torneo Apertura donde se habían jugado 3 Fechas en el Torneo de Menores y Mayores y 2 Fechas en Senior. Con este Sábado ya son 6 los fines de semana en que no se disputa este tradicional Torneo interno. 

The most extraordinary thing...

"The most extraordinary thing
in the world 
is an ordinary man
and an ordinary woman 
and their
ordinary children."

The voice of Chesterton

Listen to G.K. Chesterton introduce Rudyard Kipling
to a Canadian Literary Society.

"If there were not God, there would be no atheists"

"ATHEISM is, I suppose, the supreme example of a simple faith. The man says there is no God; if he really says it in his heart, he is a certain sort of man so designated in Scripture. But, anyhow, when he has said it, he has said it; and there seems to be no more to be said. The conversation seems likely to languish. The truth is that the atmosphere of excitement, by which the atheist lived, was an atmosphere of thrilled and shuddering theism, and not of atheism at all; it was an atmosphere of defiance and not of denial. Irreverence is a very servile parasite of reverence; and has starved with its starving lord. After this first fuss about the merely aesthetic effect of blasphemy, the whole thing vanishes into its own void. If there were not God, there would be no atheists."

~G.K. Chesterton: Where All Roads Lead.

"We have a censorship by the press"

"WE have not any need to rebel against antiquity; we have to rebel against novelty. It is the new rulers, the capitalist or the editor, who really hold up the modern world. There is no fear that a modern king will attempt to override the constitution; it is more likely that he will ignore the constitution and work behind its back; he will take no advantage of his kingly power; it is more likely that he will take advantage of his kingly powerlessness, of the fact that he is free from criticism and publicity. For the king is the most private person of our time. It will not be necessary for any one to fight again against the proposal of a censorship of the press. We do not need a censorship of the press. We have a censorship by the press."

~G.K. Chesterton: Orthodoxy, Chap. VII─The Eternal Revolution.

Read or listen to Orthodoxy here.

Egg Stew

Egg Stew 3

Ingredients (Serves 4 - 5):

Egg                                     --   4
Red Onion                       --   1 medium size / 1½ cup thinly sliced
Ginger                               --   2 tbsp,thinly sliced
Garlic                                --   2 tbsp,thinly sliced
Green Chillies                --   2-3
Cardamom                      --   1
Cloves                               --   2
Cinnamon                       --   1" piece
Curry leaves                  --   1 sprig
Thick Coconut Milk     --   1 cup
Thin Coconut Milk       --   1 cup
Black Pepper powder --   1 tbsp, freshly made preferably
Coriander leaves          --   2 - 3 sprigs
Oil                                       --   2 tbsp, preferably coconut oil
Salt                                     --   as required

Egg Stew 2

Preparation :

Hard boil the eggs, remove the shells and keep aside.

Heat oil in a pan and add the cardamom, cloves, cinnamon and sauté for a minute.

Add the finely chopped onions, ginger, garlic and slit green chilies and saute until the onions turn translucent.

Add the thin coconut milk and let the onions get cooked.

Now add the thick coconut milk. As soon as the mixture starts to boil take it off from the stove.

Cut the eggs into half and add it to the gravy. Garnish with pepper powder.and chopped coriander leaves.

Serve hot with appam / pathiri / chapati.

Egg Stew 1

The Macbeths

IN STUDYING any eternal tragedy the first question necessarily is what part of tragedy is eternal. If there be any element in man's work which is in any sense permanent it must have this characteristic, that it rebukes first one generation and then another, but rebukes them always in opposite directions and for opposite faults. The ideal world is always sane. The real world is always mad. But it is mad about a different thing every time; all the things that have been are changing and inconstant. The only thing that is really reliable is the thing that has never been. All very great classics of art are a rebuke to extravagance not in one direction but in all directions. The figure of a Greek Venus is a rebuke to the fat women of Rubens and also a rebuke to the thin women of Aubrey Beardsley. In the same way, Christianity, which in its early years fought the Manicheans because they did not believe in anything but spirit, has now to fight the Manicheans because they do not believe in anything but matter. This is perhaps the test of a very great work of classic creation, that it can be attacked on inconsistent grounds, and that it attacks its enemies on inconsistent grounds. Here is a broad and simple test. If you hear a thing being accused of being too tall and too short, too red and too green, too bad in one way and too bad also in the opposite way, then you may be sure that it is very good.

This preface is essential if we are to profit by the main meaning of Macbeth. For the play is so very great that it covers much more than it appears to cover; it will certainly survive our age as it has survived its own; it will certainly leave the twentieth century behind as calmly and completely as it has left the seventeenth century behind. Hence if we ask for the meaning of this classic we must necessarily ask the meaning for our own time. It might have another shade of meaning for another period of time. If, as is possible, there should be a barbaric return and if history is any kind of guide, it will destroy everything else before it destroys great literature. The high and civilized sadness of Virgil was enjoyed literally through the darkest instant of the Dark Ages. Long after a wealthier generation has destroyed Parliament they will retain Shakespeare. Men will enjoy the greatest tragedy of Shakespeare even in the thick of the greatest tragedy of Europe.

It is quite possible that Shakespeare may come to be enjoyed by men far simpler than the men for whom he wrote. Voltaire called him a great savage; we may come to the time far darker than the Dark Ages when he will really be enjoyed by savages. Then the story of Macbeth will be read by a man in the actual position of Macbeth. Then the Thane of Glamis may profit by the disastrous superstitions of the Thane of Cawdor. Then the Thane of Cawdor may really resist the impulse to be King of Scotland. There would be a very simple but a real moral if Macbeth could read Macbeth. "Do not listen to evil spirits; do not let your ambition run away with you; do not murder old gentlemen in bed; do not kill other people's wives and children as a part of diplomacy; for if you do these things it is highly probable that you will have a bad time." That is the lesson that Macbeth would have learnt from Macbeth; that is the lesson that some barbarians of the future may possibly learn from Macbeth. And it is a true lesson. Great work has something to say quite simply to the simple. The barbarians would understand Macbeth as a solid warning against vague and violent ambition; and it is such a warning, and they would take along with it this lesson also, which is none the worse because perhaps only the barbarians could adequately understand it. "Distrust those malevolent spirits who speak flatteringly to you. They are not benevolent spirits; if they were they would be more likely to beat you about the head."

Before we talk then of the lesson of a great work of art, let us realize that it has a different lesson for different ages, because it is itself eternal. And let us realize that such a lesson will be in our own day not absolute but suited to the particular vices or particular misfortunes of that day. We are not in any danger at the moment of the positive and concrete actions which correspond to those of Macbeth. The good old habit of murdering kings (which was the salvation of so many commonwealths in the past) has fallen into desuetude. The idea of such a play must be for us (and for our sins) more subtle. The idea is more subtle but it is almost inexpressibly great. Let us before reading the play consider if only for a moment what is the main idea of Macbeth for modern men.

One great idea on which all tragedy builds is the idea of the continuity of human life. The one thing a man cannot do is exactly what all modern artists and free lovers are always trying to do. He cannot cut his life up into separate sections. The case of the modern claim for freedom in love is the first and most obvious that occurs to the mind; therefore I use it for this purpose of illustration. You cannot have an idyll with Maria and an episode with Jane; there is no such thing as an episode. There is no such thing as an idyll. It is idle to talk about abolishing the tragedy of marriage when you cannot abolish the tragedy of sex. Every flirtation is a marriage; it is a marriage in this frightful sense; that it is irrevocable. I have taken this case of sexual relations as one out of a hundred; but of any case in human life the thing is true. The basis of all tragedy is that man lives a coherent and continuous life. It is only a worm that you can cut in two and leave the severed parts still alive. You can cut a worm up into episodes and they are still living episodes. You can cut a worm up into idylls and they are quite brisk and lively idylls. You can do all this to him precisely because he is a worm. You cannot cut a man up and leave him kicking, precisely because he is a man. We know this because man even in his lowest and darkest manifestation has always this characteristic of physical and psychological unity. His identity continues long enough to see the end of many of his own acts; he cannot be cut off from his past with a hatchet; as he sows so shall he reap.

This then is the basis of all tragedy, this living and perilous continuity which does not exist in the lower creatures. This is the basis of all tragedy, and this is certainly the basis of Macbeth. The great ideas of Macbeth, uttered in the first few scenes with a tragic energy which has never been equalled perhaps in Shakespeare or out of him, is the idea of the enormous mistake a man makes if he supposes that one decisive act will clear his way. Macbeth's ambition, though selfish and someway sullen, is not in itself criminal or morbid. He wins the title of Glamis in honourable war; he deserves and gets the title of Cawdor; he is rising in the world and has a not ignoble exhilaration in doing so. Suddenly a new ambition is presented to him (of the agency and atmosphere which presents it I shall speak in a moment) and he realizes that nothing lies across his path to the Crown of Scotland except the sleeping body of Duncan. If he does that one cruel thing, he can be infinitely kind and happy.

Here, I say, is the first and most formidable of the great actualities of Macbeth. You cannot do a mad thing in order to reach sanity. Macbeth's mad resolve is not a cure even for his own irresolution. He was indecisive before his decision. He is, if possible, more indecisive after he has decided. The crime does not get rid of the problem. Its effect is so bewildering that one may say that the crime does not get rid of the temptation. Make a morbid decision and you will only become more morbid; do a lawlesss thing and you will only get into an atmosphere much more suffocating than that of law. Indeed, it is a mistake to speak of a man as `breaking out.' The lawless man never breaks out; he breaks in. He smashes a door and finds himself in another room, he smashes a wall and finds himself in a yet smaller one. The more he shatters the more his habitation shrinks. Where he ends you may read in the end of Macbeth.

For us moderns, therefore, the first philosophical significance of the play is this; that our life is one thing and that our lawless acts limit us; every time we break a law we make a limitation. In some strange way hidden in the deeps of human psychology, if we build our palace on some unknown wrong it turns very slowly into our prison. Macbeth at the end of the play is not merely a wild beast; he is a caged wild beast. But if this is the thing to be put in a primary position there is something else that demands at least our second one. The second idea in the main story of Macbeth is, of course, that of the influence of evil suggestion upon the soul, particularly evil suggestion of a mystical and transcendental kind. In this connection the mystical character of the promptings is not more interesting than the mystical character of the man to whom they are especially sent. Mystical promptings are naturally sweet to a mystic. The character of Macbeth in this regard has been made the matter of a great deal of brilliant and futile discussion. Some critics have represented him as a burly silent soldier because he won battles for his country. Other critics have represented him as a feverish and futile decadent because he makes long practical speeches full of the most elaborate imagery. In the name of commonsense let it be remembered that Shakespeare lived before the time when unsuccessful poets thought it poetical to be decadent and unsuccessful soldiers thought it military to be silent. Men like Sidney and Raleigh and Essex could have fought as well as Macbeth and could have ranted as well as Macbeth. Why should Shakespeare shrink from making a great general talk poetry when half the great generals of his time actually wrote great poetry?

The whole legend, therefore, which some critics have based on the rich rhetoric of Macbeth: the legend that Macbeth was a febrile and egotistical coward because he liked the sound of his own voice, may be dismissed as a manifestation of the diseases of later days. Shakespeare meant Macbeth for a fine orator for he made fine speeches; he also meant him for a fine soldier because he made him not only win battles bravely but what is much more to the point, lose battles bravely; he made him, when overwhelmed by enemies in heaven and earth, die the death of a hero. But Macbeth is meant to be among other things an orator and a poet; and it is to Macbeth in this capacity that the evil supernatural appeal is made. If there be any such thing as evil influences coming from beyond the world, they have never been so suggestively indicated as they are here. They appeal, as evil always does, to the existence of a coherent and comprehensible scheme. It is the essence of a nightmare that it turns the whole cosmos against us. Two of their prophecies have been fulfilled; may it not be assumed then that the third will also be fulfilled?

Also they appeal, as evil always does (being slavish itself and believing all men slaves) to the inevitable. They put Macbeth's good fortune before him as if it were not so much a fortune as a fate. In the same way imperialists sought to salve the consciences of Englishmen by giving them the offer of gold and empire with all the gloom of predestination. When the devil, and the witches who are the servants of the devil, wish to make a weak man snatch a crown that does not belong to him, they are too cunning to come to him and say "Will you be King?" They say without further parley, "All hail, Macbeth, that shall be king hereafter". This weakness Macbeth really has; that he is easily attracted by that kind of spiritual fatalism which relieves the human creature of a great part of his responsibility. In this way there is a strange and sinister appropriateness in the way in which the promises of the evil spirits end in new fantasies; end, so to speak, as mere diabolical jokes. Macbeth accepts as a piece of unreasoning fate first his crime and then his crown. It is appropriate that this fate which he has accepted as external and irrational should end in incidents of mere extravagant bathos, in the walking forest and strange birth of Macduff. He has once surrendered himself with a kind of dark and evil faith, to a machinery of destiny that he can neither respect nor understand, and it is the proper sequel of this that the machinery should produce a situation which crushes him as something useless.

Shakespeare does not mean that Macbeth's emotionalism and rich rhetoric prove him to be unmanly in any ordinary sense. But Shakespeare does mean, I think, to suggest that the man, virile in his essential structure, has this weak spot in his artistic temperament; that fear of the mere strength of destiny and of unknown spirits, of their strength as apart from their virtue, which is the only proper significance of the word superstition. No man can be superstitious who loves his God, even if the god be Mumbo Jumbo. Macbeth has something of this fear and fatalism; and fatalism is exactly the point at which rationalism passes silently into superstition. Macbeth, in short, has any amount of physical courage, he has even a great deal of moral courage. But he lacks what may be called spiritual courage; he lacks a certain freedom and dignity of the human soul in the universe, a freedom and dignity which one of the scriptural writers expresses as the difference between the servants and the sons of God.

But the man Macbeth and his marked but inadequate manliness, can only be expressed in connection with the character of his wife. And the question of Lady Macbeth immediately arouses again the controversies that have surrounded this play. Miss Ellen Terry and Sir Henry Irving acted Macbeth upon the theory that Macbeth was a feeble and treacherous man and that Lady Macbeth was a frail and clinging woman. A somewhat similar view of Lady Macbeth has been, I believe, consistently uttered by a distinguished American actress. The question as commonly stated, in short, is the question of whether Macbeth was really masculine, and second, of whether Lady Macbeth was not really feminine. The old critics assumed that because Lady Macbeth obviously ruled her husband she must have been a masculine woman. The whole inference of course is false. Masculine women may rule the Borough Council, but they never rule their husbands. The women who rule their husbands are the feminine women and I am entirely in accord with those who think that Lady Macbeth must have been a very feminine woman. But while some critics rightly insist on the feminine character of Lady Macbeth they endeavour to deprive Macbeth of that masculine character which is obviously the corollary of the other. They think Lady Macbeth must be a man because she rules. And on the same idiotic principle they think that Macbeth must be a woman or a coward or a decadent or something odd because he is ruled. The most masculine kind of man always is ruled. As a friend of mine once said, very truly, physical cowards are the only men who are not afraid of women.

The real truth about Macbeth and his wife is somewhat strange but cannot be too strongly stated. Nowhere else in all his wonderful works did Shakespeare describe the real character of the relations of the sexes so sanely, or so satisfactorily as he describes it here. The man and the woman are never more normal than they are in this abnormal and horrible story. Romeo and Juliet does not better describe love than this describes marriage. The dispute that goes on between Macbeth and his wife about the murder of Duncan is almost word for word a dispute which goes on at any suburban breakfast-table about something else. It is merely a matter of changing "Infirm of purpose, give me the daggers", into "infirm of purpose, give me the postage stamps". And it is quite a mistake to suppose that the woman is to be called masculine or even in any exclusive sense strong. The strengths of the two partners differ in kind. The woman has more of that strength on the spot which is called industry. The man has more of that strength in reserve which is called laziness.

But the acute truth of this actual relation is much deeper even than that. Lady Macbeth exhibits one queer and astounding kind of magnanimity which is quite peculiar to women. That is, she will take something that her husband dares not do but which she knows he wants to do and she will become more fierce for it than he is. For her, as for all very feminine souls (that is, very strong ones) selfishness is the only thing which is acutely felt as sin; she will commit any crime if she is not committing it only for herself. Her husband thirsts for the crime egotistically and therefore vaguely, darkly, and subconsciously, as a man becomes conscious of the beginnings of physical thirst. But she thirsts for the crime altruistically and therefore clearly and sharply, as a man perceives a public duty to society. She puts the thing in plain words, with an acceptance of extremes. She has that perfect and splendid cynicism of women which is the most terrible thing God has made. I say it without irony and without any undue enjoyment of the slight element of humour.

If you want to know what are the permanent relations of the married man with the married woman you cannot read it anywhere more accurately than in the little domestic idyll of Mr. and Mrs. Macbeth. Of a man so male and a woman so female, I cannot believe anything except that they ultimately save their souls. Macbeth was strong in every masculine sense up to the very last moment; he killed himself in battle. Lady Macbeth was strong in the very female sense which is perhaps a more courageous sense; she killed herself, but not in battle. As I say, I cannot think that souls so strong and so elemental have not retained those permanent possibilities of humility and gratitude which ultimately place the soul in heaven. But wherever they are they are together. For alone among so many of the figures of human fiction, they are actually married.

~G.K. Chesterton: in The Spice of Life and Other Essays.

Lady Macbeth, by John Henry Fuseli.
Oil on canvas, 1784; Musée du Louvre, Paris.

Recommended reading. . .

The Ballad of the White Horse
by G. K. Chesterton

The Ballad of the White Horse is one of the last great epic poems in the English language. On the one hand it describes King Alfred’s battle against the Danes in 878. On the other hand it is a timeless allegory about the ongoing battle between Christianity and the forces of nihilistic heathenism. Filled with colorful characters, thrilling battles and mystical visions, it is as lively as it is profound.

“Chesterton incorporates brilliant imagination, atmosphere, moral concern, chronological continuity, wisdom and fancy. He makes his stanzas reverberate with sound, and hurries his readers into the heart of the battle.

“This deluxe volume is the definitive edition of the poem. It exactly reproduces the 1928 edition with Robert Austin’s beautiful woodcuts, and includes a thorough introduction and wonderful endnotes by Sister Bernadette Sheridan, from her 60 years researching the poem. Illustrated.” ─ Ignatius Press

■ Available at Ignatius Press and Amazon

A Defence of Planets

A book has at one time come under my notice called 'Terra Firma: the Earth not a Planet.' The author was a Mr. D. Wardlaw Scott, and he quoted very seriously the opinions of a large number of other persons, of whom we have never heard, but who are evidently very important. Mr. Beach of Southsea, for example, thinks that the world is flat; and in Southsea perhaps it is. It is no part of my present intention, however, to follow Mr. Scott's arguments in detail. On the lines of such arguments it may be shown that the earth is flat, and, for the matter of that, that it is triangular. A few examples will suffice:

One of Mr. Scott's objections was that if a projectile is fired from a moving body there is a difference in the distance to which it carries according to the direction in which it is sent. But as in practice there is not the slightest difference whichever way the thing is done, in the case of the earth 'we have a forcible overthrow of all fancies relative to the motion of the earth, and a striking proof that the earth is not a globe.'

This is altogether one of the quaintest arguments we have ever seen. It never seems to occur to the author, among other things, that when the firing and falling of the shot all take place upon the moving body, there is nothing whatever to compare them with. As a matter of fact, of course, a shot fired at an elephant does actually often travel towards the marksman, but much slower than the marksman travels. Mr. Scott probably would not like to contemplate the fact that the elephant, properly speaking, swings round and hits the bullet. To us it appears full of a rich cosmic humour.

I will only give one other example of the astronomical proofs:

'If the earth were a globe, the distance round the surface, say, at 45 degrees south latitude, could not possibly be any greater than the same latitude north; but since it is found by navigators to be twice the distance—to say the least of it—or double the distance it ought to be according to the globular theory, it is a proof that the earth is not a globe.'

This sort of thing reduces my mind to a pulp. I can faintly resist when a man says that if the earth were a globe cats would not have four legs; but when he says that if the earth were a globe cats would not have five legs I am crushed.

But, as I have indicated, it is not in the scientific aspect of this remarkable theory that I am for the moment interested. It is rather with the difference between the flat and the round worlds as conceptions in art and imagination that I am concerned. It is a very remarkable thing that none of us are really Copernicans in our actual outlook upon things. We are convinced intellectually that we inhabit a small provincial planet, but we do not feel in the least suburban. Men of science have quarrelled with the Bible because it is not based upon the true astronomical system, but it is certainly open to the orthodox to say that if it had been it would never have convinced anybody.

If a single poem or a single story were really transfused with the Copernican idea, the thing would be a nightmare. Can we think of a solemn scene of mountain stillness in which some prophet is standing in a trance, and then realize that the whole scene is whizzing round like a zoetrope at the rate of nineteen miles a second? Could we tolerate the notion of a mighty King delivering a sublime fiat and then remember that for all practical purposes he is hanging head downwards in space? A strange fable might be written of a man who was blessed or cursed with the Copernican eye, and saw all men on the earth like tintacks clustering round a magnet. It would be singular to imagine how very different the speech of an aggressive egoist, announcing the independence and divinity of man, would sound if he were seen hanging on to the planet by his boot soles.

For, despite Mr. Wardlaw Scott's horror at the Newtonian astronomy and its contradiction of the Bible, the whole distinction is a good instance of the difference between letter and spirit; the letter of the Old Testament is opposed to the conception of the solar system, but the spirit has much kinship with it. The writers of the Book of Genesis had no theory of gravitation, which to the normal person will appear a fact of as much importance as that they had no umbrellas. But the theory of gravitation has a curiously Hebrew sentiment in it—a sentiment of combined dependence and certainty, a sense of grappling unity, by which all things hang upon one thread. 'Thou hast hanged the world upon nothing,' said the author of the Book of Job, and in that sentence wrote the whole appalling poetry of modern astronomy. The sense of the preciousness and fragility of the universe, the sense of being in the hollow of a hand, is one which the round and rolling earth gives in its most thrilling form. Mr. Wardlaw Scott's flat earth would be the true territory for a comfortable atheist. Nor would the old Jews have any objection to being as much upside down as right way up. They had no foolish ideas about the dignity of man.

It would be an interesting speculation to imagine whether the world will ever develop a Copernican poetry and a Copernican habit of fancy; whether we shall ever speak of 'early earth-turn' instead of 'early sunrise,' and speak indifferently of looking up at the daisies, or looking down on the stars. But if we ever do, there are really a large number of big and fantastic facts awaiting us, worthy to make a new mythology. Mr. Wardlaw Scott, for example, with genuine, if unconscious, imagination, says that according to astronomers, 'the sea is a vast mountain of water miles high.' To have discovered that mountain of moving crystal, in which the fishes build like birds, is like discovering Atlantis: it is enough to make the old world young again. In the new poetry which we contemplate, athletic young men will set out sturdily to climb up the face of the sea. If we once realize all this earth as it is, we should find ourselves in a land of miracles: we shall discover a new planet at the moment that we discover our own. Among all the strange things that men have forgotten, the most universal and catastrophic lapse of memory is that by which they have forgotten that they are living on a star.

In the early days of the world, the discovery of a fact of natural history was immediately followed by the realization of it as a fact of poetry. When man awoke from the long fit of absent-mindedness which is called the automatic animal state, and began to notice the queer facts that the sky was blue and the grass green, he immediately began to use those facts symbolically. Blue, the colour of the sky, became a symbol of celestial holiness; green passed into the language as indicating a freshness verging upon unintelligence. If we had the good fortune to live in a world in which the sky was green and the grass blue, the symbolism would have been different. But for some mysterious reason this habit of realizing poetically the facts of science has ceased abruptly with scientific progress, and all the confounding portents preached by Galileo and Newton have fallen on deaf ears. They painted a picture of the universe compared with which the Apocalypse with its falling stars was a mere idyll. They declared that we are all careering through space, clinging to a cannon-ball, and the poets ignore the matter as if it were a remark about the weather. They say that an invisible force holds us in our own armchairs while the earth hurtles like a boomerang; and men still go back to dusty records to prove the mercy of God. They tell us that Mr. Scott's monstrous vision of a mountain of sea-water rising in a solid dome, like the glass mountain in the fairy-tale, is actually a fact, and men still go back to the fairy-tale. To what towering heights of poetic imagery might we not have risen if only the poetizing of natural history had continued and man's fancy had played with the planets as naturally as it once played with the flowers! We might have had a planetary patriotism, in which the green leaf should be like a cockade, and the sea an everlasting dance of drums. We might have been proud of what our star has wrought, and worn its heraldry haughtily in the blind tournament of the spheres. All this, indeed, we may surely do yet; for with all the multiplicity of knowledge there is one thing happily that no man knows: whether the world is old or young.

~G.K. Chesterton: in The Defendant

The Defendant by G.K. Chesterton

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Chutney Sandwich

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Coriander Chutney:


Coriander leaves -- 2 cups, washed and roughly chopped
Grated coconut   -- 1 cup
Mint leaves      -- 10 to 12
Tamarind paste   -- 1 tsp (approx.)
Green chillies   -- 1-2
Salt             -- to taste


Grind together all the ingredients in a blender, scraping down the sides at intervals, until you get a smooth paste. Add water 1 tsp at a time if at all required.

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Tomato Chutney:


Ripe tomatoes    -- 1 cup, chopped
Onions           -- 1 cup, chopped
Garlic           -- 1 clove
Red chilly powder -- 1 tsp
Oil              -- 1 tbsp
Salt             -- to taste


Heat oil in a pan. Add the roughly chopped onions,tomatoes and garlic. Saute until the onions are light brown. Add salt and red chilly powder. Saute until the raw smell of chilly powder goes off. Let the mixture cool. Grind into a smooth paste.

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Bread -- 24 slices.

Evenly spread 1 tbsp of coriander chutney on the first slice of bread. Top it with another slice and spread 1 tbsp of tomato chutney on it. Finally top it with another slice of bread. Gently press it down and then cut into quarters.

Serve for a picnic or a snack for kids or with tea.

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"The big sin"

"THE big sin ought always to be the nearest sin; that is, our own. If we are really fighting that, then we may fight anything else, however small. But if we fight the small thing first─then we have fled from fighting the big one. The man who sees nothing wrong in himself is the one man who is really wrong. He who wanders through the universe trying to find someone worse than himself, will find that he cannot find one." 

~G.K. Chesterton: Daily News, Sept. 19, 1908.

(h/t Mike Miles)

Fish Biriyani


Ingredients (Serves 6 - 8):

Fish                     --  ½ kg, I used Salmon
Turmeric powder -- ½ tsp
Chilly powder -- 1 tsp
Salt                      --  As required

Cinnamon        --  1 inch
Cloves               --  5
Cardamom      --  5
Fennel Seeds  --  1 tsp
Saa jeerakam  --  ½ tsp
Cumin Seeds   --  ¼ tsp

Oil                       --  ½ cup

Onion                --  1 cup chopped lengthwise, for garnishing
Cashew nuts   --  10 - 12
Raisins              --  10 - 12

Ginger               --  1½ tsp, crushed
Garlic                --  1½ tbsp, crushed
Green Chilly   --  8, crushed
Onion                --  3 medium size / 4½ cups chopped
Tomato            --  3 medium size / 2 cups chopped
Salt                    --  as required

Basmati Rice --  4 cup
Ghee                 --  2 tbsp
Lemon juice  -- 5 tbsp
Mint leaves    --  ½ cup, finely chopped
Coriander leaves -- ½ cup, finely chopped
Shredded Coconut -- 1 cup, grind to a fine paste


Clean and cut the fish into medium size pieces. Marinate it with turmeric powder, chilly powder and salt. Keep aside.

Wash and soak the basmati rice in water.

In a wide pan, dry roast the whole spices. Once cool, grind them into a fine powder.

In the same pan, add the oil and fry the raisins, cashews and the onions one after removing the other from the oil. Keep them aside.

In the same oil, fry the fish until they are done. Drain and keep aside.

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Crush the ginger, garlic and the green chillies. Add this to the hot oil and fry for a minute. Add the chopped onions and sauté until they are golden brown. Add the salt and chopped tomatoes and fry until it becomes mushy.

Add 2 pieces of fish to the masala and crush it in the gravy. This helps to spread the flavour.

Add the ground coconut. Switch off the flame and then add half of the chopped coriander, mint and the lemon juice. Give a mix.

Now add the remaining fish pieces and keep aside.

In another pan add 1 tbsp. ghee, once hot add the drained rice to it and start frying on a low flame. Meanwhile in another sauce pan, boil 8 - 9 cups of water. Once the water starts to bubble boil, pour the water into the fried rice, add salt and the remaining lemon juice and turn the flame to medium. Let it cook to around 75%. Drain the water and keep aside.

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In another pan or pressure cooker add the remaining ghee followed by the fish masala, ¾th cooked rice, left over coriander and mint leaves.

If using a pressure cooker, keep on a medium - low flame for 5 minutes. Open the lid once the pressure is completely gone.

If you do not have a big pressure cooker, use a heavy bottomed pan with a tight lid.

Garnish and serve hot with pappadam, raita and pickle.

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Recipe Courtesy: Lakshmi Nair

Chocolate Cupcakes with Milk chocolate frosting

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Ingredients (Yields - 14 - 16 cupcakes):

Unsweetened natural cocoa powder -- ½ cup (42g)
All-purpose flour -- ¾ cup (95g) , spoon & leveled
Baking soda            -- ½ tsp
Baking powder      -- ¾ tsp
Salt                             --  ¼ tsp
Eggs                           -- 2 large
Granulated sugar -- ½ cup (100g)
Light brown sugar -- ½ cup (100g) packed
Vegetable oil          -- 1/3 cup (80ml)
Vanilla extract      -- 2 tsps
Buttermilk               -- ½ cup (120ml)

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Milk Chocolate Frosting:

Unsalted butter           -- 1 cup (230g) , softened to room temperature
Confectioners' sugar  -- 3 ½ cups (420g)
Unsweetened cocoa powder -- ½ cup (45g)
Salt                                    -- ½ tsp
Vanilla extract             -- 2 tsps
Heavy cream                -- 3 Tablespoons (45ml)

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Preheat the oven to 350°F (177°C). Line a 12-cup muffin pan with cupcake liners. Set aside.

In a large bowl, whisk the cocoa powder, flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt together until thoroughly combined. Set aside.

In a medium bowl, whisk the eggs, sugar, brown sugar, oil, and vanilla together until completely smooth.

Pour half of the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients. Then half of the buttermilk. Gently stir - about 5 stirs. Repeat with the remaining wet ingredients and buttermilk. Stir until *just* combined. Make sure that you do not overmix.

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The batter won't be very thick. Fill the cups only halfway to avoid spilling over the sides. Bake in batches for 18-19 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.

Allow to cool completely before frosting.

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Using a handheld or stand mixer fitted with a paddle attachment, beat the butter on high speed until smooth and creamy - about 2 minutes.

Turn speed to LOW and slowly add 3 cups of confectioners' sugar, the cocoa powder, and salt. Beat until sugar/cocoa are absorbed into the butter, about 2 minutes.

Turn mixer to medium speed and add the vanilla and cream. Once added, turn the mixer to high speed and beat for 1 minute.

Add the remaining confectioners' sugar if you like to increase the frosting's thickness. Pipe or spread the frosting onto the cooled cupcakes.

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Recipe Courtesy: Sally's Baking addiction

Idichakka Thoran


Ingredients (Serves 5) :

Tender Green Jackfruit or Idichakka -- 400 gms, cut into pieces
Grated Coconut     --  ½ cup
Shallots                     -- 1
Green Chillies         -- 2
Turmeric Powder -- a pinch
Salt                              -- to Taste
Coconut oil              -- 1 tbsp
Mustard Seeds        -- 1 tsp
Urad Dal                    -- 1 tsp
Dried Red Chillies  -- 1 or 2
Curry leaves             -- 3 - 4


If using fresh jackfruit, take the fruit out of the skin and cut them into small pieces. Cook for 1 - 2 whistles in a pressure cooker adding water and a pinch of salt.

I used the frozen packet from Daily Delight brand. They are pre-cooked and frozen.

Using a mortar and pestle, shred the jackfruit pieces. Once done, pound the green chillies, shallots and the shredded coconut as well.

You can pulse it in the mixer as well but make sure that it is not overdone.

Mix the shredded jackfruit,coconut, shallots, green chillies, salt and turmeric powder in a bowl.

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Heat a pan with coconut oil, add the mustard seeds, once they splutter, add the urad dal and red chillies and curry leaves. Once, the dal changes color, add the jackfruit mixture and sauté.

Let it cook on a low flame with the lid on. For about 15 minutes. Make sure to give a quick sauté in between. Check for salt and doneness.

Switch of the flame and serve with rice and curry.


Paalaada(Rice crepes) with Chettinad Egg Curry


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Chettinad Egg Curry

Ingredients (Serves 5 - 6):

For Roasting and Grinding:

Cloves -- 7
Cinnamon -- 3 inch piece
Dry red chilli -- 4
Coriander seeds -- 1 tbsp
Black pepper -- 1 tsp
Cumin seeds -- ½ tsp
Fennel seeds -- 1 tsp
Poppy seeds -- 1 tsp, Or 6 - 8 almonds/cashews
Grated coconut -- ½ cup

For Gravy:

Onion -- 2 medium size, around 3 cups, finely chopped
Tomato -- 2 medium size, around 1½ cups, chopped
Garlic -- 3 cloves
Ginger -- 1 inch piece
Green chillies -- 1 - 2
Turmeric powder -- 1/4 tsp
Salt -- to taste
Coriander leaves -- 2 sprig, for garnishing

Eggs -- 6 nos.
Red chilly powder -- ½ tsp

Oil -- 3 tablespoons
Mustard seeds -- ½ tsp
Fennel seeds -- ½ tsp
Bay leaves -- 1
Curry leaves -- 1 spring


Hard boil egg for 10 - 12 minutes. Once done, remove the shell and prick using a fork. Keep aside.

Meanwhile, dry roast all the ingredients given under "For Roasting and Grinding" except poppy seeds/nuts. On a low flame roast until the coconut is brown in colour. Add the poppy seeds/nuts and turn the flame off. Let it cool to room temperature.
Grind to make a smooth paste by adding required water.

Make a paste of ginger, garlic and green chilly. I prefer using a mortar and pestle for this.

Take a pan and heat oil in it. Add the eggs followed by red chilly powder and required salt. Fry it rolling in the pan, so it gets fried with the masala coating. Drain the eggs from the oil and keep aside.

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Add mustard seeds, fennel seeds and bay leaves to the oil(Add more oil if required). Let them splutter.

Add chopped onion with curry leaves. Saute it till the onion is translucent. Add the freshly ground ginger garlic green chilly paste and fry for 1 - 2 minutes.

Add the chopped tomato and cook till the tomato is mashed up. Then add the ground masala and turmeric powder. Mix well.

Once the masala gets cooked well, add 1-2 cups of water. Let it boil in medium flame.

When the gravy becomes thick and the oil oozes out from the gravy, add eggs, mix it well and turn off the flame. You can cut the eggs into half if required. I like it that way so that more masala gets into it.

Garnish with finely chopped coriander leaves.

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Reciepe Courtesy: Umas Kitchen

Paalaada - Rice crepes with Egg & Coconut Milk

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Ingredients (Serves 4):

Rice -- 1 cup, I used Sona masoori
Eggs - 1
Coconut Milk -- 1 cup, Regular whole milk works well too
Water -- as required
Salt -- to taste


Wash and soak rice for 4 - 6 hours.

Grind it adding the coconut milk / whole milk. Add more water as required. Grind it until it is really smooth.

Add the eggs and blend it well.

Add salt and give a mix. The batter should be of buttermilk consistency. Add more water if required.

Now heat a nonstick pan. Pour a ladleful of batter in it and swirl the pan so it coats on all side of the pan.

This takes only 10 - 20 seconds to cook. Once it is cooked, fold it into triangles.

Serve hot with any spicy gravy. It made a good combo with the chettinad egg curry.

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Reciepe Courtesy: Youtube

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