We can build anything we want. (Emmanuel Viérin, 1869-1954, Belgium) https://hell.twtr.plus/media/d8d7522cddf1b5d0f5512088297436601ed98c4440b0aef2069817f3e8a610c4.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/9ff4516da09d3042a4303f0970d357fcb97f07e08615b1c15ea1530777be6bf5.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/cf025ff40e02dfbbf941e1a5f979fd3e5c8fab83e46de21fe8a2d2a2c0707f63.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/ae70971173bca9d03f9ec4500ba7ed257927ef10436c55c0893c2788fd544dac.file

“Political liberty consists in the power of criticizing those flexible parts of the State...not the basis, but the machinery. In plainer words, it means the power of saying the sort of things that a decent but discontented citizen wants to say.” — G.K. Chesterton, 1909 https://hell.twtr.plus/media/9e0e11749945492f56acaf00539a66c3def5cfc9b76196b6221bef4118e79957.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/114a74c728ae49d863bf920f049565fc0e496f086e60a04be3a05a77f80d1dcb.file

Introduction to Sir Roger Scruton, from an American perspective, at @ChroniclesMag Also @JSMilbank is mentioned. https://chroniclesmagazine.org/remembering-the-right/remembering-roger-scruton/ https://hell.twtr.plus/media/017f9779d4e2f81ee433ffca3a95e90b18f53bea0400ce5aa130b5e3ba92b4a8.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/7c77ce02c140d94eb4dd58cafb9d9f8fd7d848a637f3f448164fdf2c07182497.file

“A little girl’s hair.” by G.K. Chesterton, 1910. https://hell.twtr.plus/media/42638ec92d5ea456e1eab142e1feaa3e8ac937444928ade6140b97ca1b48a57b.file

In my personal library, a large part of the books that I have read more than once come, by chance and in a trickle, from the personal library of John Robert Cartwright (1895–1979), Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Canada, via the second hand book dealers of Tokyo. In a speech in 1974 (possibly) he talked about Chesterton from the perspective of a lawyer. The last few paragraphs were moving to me personally at least. His ex-libris is his heraldry (he was also a Honorary Fellow of the Royal Heraldry Society of Canada, and wounded twice in action on the Western Front during the Great War). https://hell.twtr.plus/media/32cf81bc7918dc640b97f3ec8208a7121f1f8b84d34e0ffcbed84d55109fecf9.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/c91dd6d3781e8779803d8617a60d45418553ba558857f96821ff27cc0e0af685.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/d80948c929b029f2ac178510d40c1c8500a3e936de92d6a336b5cf5562b54ee0.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/4e1b068165e9ac875637e6b7745bc7f0358f74b7838390c99a6965bfe0637570.file

Flint rubble stone wall with lime mortar is a cheap and simple wall construction, although time-consuming. The critical points, like corners and door or window openings can be built in red brick or some other more easily shaped ashlar stone if necessary. Brick isn't cheap but in this kind of construction you don't need much of it. We have Ancient Roman era examples of this kind of construction still standing. https://hell.twtr.plus/media/afe955e20d9bb8fc8cfa621484d8722254f372d14015193f5dea04d3cc010a6c.file

If only the British loved Britain as much as any Japanese person. https://hell.twtr.plus/media/a227eb957ad1054657cf75f09cb8f015f151b08dc30717a79515f6a415501845.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/4dc1e8f05892c41e22fe73d4fafcf6f2ef191dd6c2746b0b3b6b768cd0bb7570.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/a9798da05b80ffa190f5d46af4c1e07ab10e2bf83deb0a1a4096571073823456.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/884ed8702e0d830adbbb6dd32f89c6cbb47a00ec9be145b1cacefdd214c340ac.file

We can rebuild anything we want. https://hell.twtr.plus/media/9fe9195992f6e498ab0f019e191596fe68ef81a02d7e31ec94abc8775e1c2137.file https://hell.twtr.plus/media/5bf4aef9e9ec42887f0d98f64359e8099d9325e34c61bc1143e5663cb5defdb4.file

None of this existed until a few years ago, and some were only finished these last few days. https://hell.twtr.plus/media/de169be13b0a01feac0a81e3523eeb4ae9e00214232ee43b1b72d6e4109a8945.file

The full essay, which touches on so many important points:

The Imaginative Conservative

The Wise Men Know What Wicked Things Are Written on the Sky

The wise men know what wicked things Are written on the sky, They trim sad lamps, they touch sad strings, Hearing the heavy purple wings, Where the...