By ‘the Permanent Things’ [T. S. Eliot] meant those elements in the human condition that give us our nature, without which we are as the beasts that perish. They work upon us all in the sense that both they and we are bound up in that continuity of belief and institution called the great mysterious incorporation of the human race.
Celebrate Russell Kirk's birthday (today) with a rich dessert, a ghostly tale, and a contribution to The University Bookman:
I can't praise @ubookman highly enough. If it's not a part of your reading life, it should be.
Should you have the ability, they are very much deserving of your support. I hope you'll consider donating to their Kirktober fundraiser, as I have done.