<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318</id><updated>2011-08-12T20:43:25.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harvard Classics: Fifteen Minutes A Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>370</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7091945140261960149</id><published>2010-01-01T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T07:07:17.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epilogue: Summing Up After Going Once Around The Sun</title><content type='html'>And so our year consuming the Harvard Classics in 15 minute bites has come to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who stuck it out through the full 365 days of 2009, I salute you. For those who came into this project while it was in progress, thanks for stopping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daily posts are now through, but I will post periodic updates about the Harvard Classics from here on out. I hope this blog will serve as a starting point for those seeking to get into this series and are willing to try the bite-by-bite method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thanks to all of you who read this blog over the past year, and happy reading to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7091945140261960149?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7091945140261960149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7091945140261960149' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7091945140261960149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7091945140261960149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2010/01/epilogue-summing-up-after-going-once.html' title='Epilogue: Summing Up After Going Once Around The Sun'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-5783633226353717373</id><published>2009-12-31T05:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T05:39:58.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 31:  Curiousity and Interest as Guide to Reading (Vol. 25, pp. 364-374)</title><content type='html'>"Learn to be good readers ... be discriminate in your reading ... read faithfully, and with your best attention, all kinds of thing which you have a real interest in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words were spoken by Thomas Carlyle's in his 1866 inaugural address upon assuming the position of rector of Edinburgh University. It serves, in a way, as the inspiration for Dr. Eliot and the creation of the Harvard Classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More reading, and more books, are what Carlyle calls for, and to that, every educated person can agree. In reading is the salvation of the world, for only through books can the flame of civilization continue to burn brightly. In an age where ignorance is exulted, only an educated people can halt the spread of stupidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-5783633226353717373?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/5783633226353717373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=5783633226353717373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5783633226353717373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5783633226353717373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-31-curiousity-and-interest-as.html' title='December 31:  Curiousity and Interest as Guide to Reading (Vol. 25, pp. 364-374)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-3987744825770642012</id><published>2009-12-30T05:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T05:26:40.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 30: Dana Meets a Tattooed Sailor (Vol. 23, pp. 77-86)</title><content type='html'>More from "Two Years Before The Mast" today, as our hero reaches Gold Rush-era California, circa 1850. Dana doesn't think much of Californians, calling them "an idle, thriftless people." He gets quite descriptive of the dress of women and his trip to Monterey. Dana comes off a bit haughty in this passage, as one might expect a Harvard man to be — the Boston Brahmin looking down his nose at the commoners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-3987744825770642012?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/3987744825770642012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=3987744825770642012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3987744825770642012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3987744825770642012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-30-dana-meets-tattooed-sailor.html' title='December 30: Dana Meets a Tattooed Sailor (Vol. 23, pp. 77-86)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-3252509734729773638</id><published>2009-12-29T05:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T05:43:48.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 29: These Guests Overstayed Their Welcome (Vol. 22, pp. 296-309)</title><content type='html'>We get the climax of the "Odyssey" today, when our hero returns home after his long and arduous voyage to find his home filled with freeloaders and suitors trying to make Penelope. There is enough blood and gore in this passage to satisfy the action film constituency as Odysseus kills and kills and kills some more to cleanse his happy home of the hangers-on that moved in after he first left town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-3252509734729773638?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/3252509734729773638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=3252509734729773638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3252509734729773638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3252509734729773638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-29-these-guests-overstayed.html' title='December 29: These Guests Overstayed Their Welcome (Vol. 22, pp. 296-309)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-6898355267676983076</id><published>2009-12-28T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T05:29:05.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 28: Ho! for the Spanish Main (Vol. 33, pp. 229-240)</title><content type='html'>Darwin's voyage is contrasted sharply with today's tale of Sir Francis Drake and how, in 1485, he raided the Spanish gold and silver stores to swipe the precious metals the Spanish explorers swiped from the indigenous peoples of the New World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-6898355267676983076?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/6898355267676983076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=6898355267676983076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6898355267676983076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6898355267676983076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-28-ho-for-spanish-main-vol-33.html' title='December 28: Ho! for the Spanish Main (Vol. 33, pp. 229-240)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7199017422938110546</id><published>2009-12-27T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:30:49.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 27: Million-Year-Old Islands (Vol. 29, pp. 376-389)</title><content type='html'>On this day in 1831, Charles Darwin and crew set sail on the Beagle. The most famous stop on their tour, the Galapagos Islands, is recounted in today's reading. Darwin's voyage was arguably the first example of exploration without pillage, and the data he gathered greatly informed his research on evolution and natural selection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7199017422938110546?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7199017422938110546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7199017422938110546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7199017422938110546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7199017422938110546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-27-million-year-old-islands.html' title='December 27: Million-Year-Old Islands (Vol. 29, pp. 376-389)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-5349085082528893638</id><published>2009-12-26T08:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:46:56.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 26: Silence Cost Her a Kingdom (Vol. 46, pp. 288-300)</title><content type='html'>On this day in 1606, Shakespeare's "King Lear" had its premiere before Queen Elizabeth's court. In this sequence, Cordelia -- King Lear's dutiful daughter -- struggles with the lack of acknowledgment of her deep and abiding love for her father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-5349085082528893638?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/5349085082528893638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=5349085082528893638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5349085082528893638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5349085082528893638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-26-silence-cost-her-kingdom.html' title='December 26: Silence Cost Her a Kingdom (Vol. 46, pp. 288-300)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-5066525836943719850</id><published>2009-12-25T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T05:38:13.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 25: The Christmas Story (Vol. 44, pp. 357-360)</title><content type='html'>Saint Luke's version of the birth of Jesus is today's reading. His is the loveliest of the Gospel accounts of this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-5066525836943719850?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/5066525836943719850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=5066525836943719850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5066525836943719850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5066525836943719850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-25-christmas-story-vol-44-pp.html' title='December 25: The Christmas Story (Vol. 44, pp. 357-360)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-8338607474122014421</id><published>2009-12-24T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T05:48:01.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 24: Christmas Made a Dull Day (Vol. 35, pp. 266-270)</title><content type='html'>Today's essay from Holinshed's "Chronicles" reminds us that Christmas wasn't always the big celebration that we know and love today. In the Elizabethian era in England, Christmas was not a feast day. The Reformation eliminated that from the calendar, along with the rest of the Holy Days celebrated in the Catholic Church. It would be many years before Christmas was restored to its previous glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-8338607474122014421?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/8338607474122014421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=8338607474122014421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8338607474122014421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8338607474122014421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-24-christmas-made-dull-day-vol.html' title='December 24: Christmas Made a Dull Day (Vol. 35, pp. 266-270)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-6142253123116378026</id><published>2009-12-23T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:33:26.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 23: Saved from a Bonfire of Books (Vol. 32, pp. 121-133)</title><content type='html'>Today's author, Charles Augustus Sainte-Beuve, was born this day in 1804. He apparently was a pioneer in the field of literary criticism, so he is well-equipped to take on today's question -- "What is a classic?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His definition is as good as anyone's: "An author who has enriched the human mind, increased its treasure, and caused it to advance a step; who has discovered some moral and not equivocal truth, or revealed some eternal passion in the heart -- where all seemed known and discovered; who has exposed his thought, observation, or invention, in no matter what form, only provided it be broad and great, refined and sensible, sane and beautiful in itself; who has spoken to all in his own peculiar style, a style which is found to be also that of the whole world, a style new without neologism, new and old, easily contemporary with all time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, Saint-Beuve writes, "Such a classic may for a moment have been revolutionary; it only lashed and subverted whatever prevented the restoration of the balance of order and beauty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this definition infuses the whole of the Harvard Classics, and it would have been a surprise if the editors did not include this essay. Saint-Beuve name-checks all the great writers and in the end concludes that only through knowledge and development of taste can one appreciate the great writers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-6142253123116378026?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/6142253123116378026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=6142253123116378026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6142253123116378026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6142253123116378026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-23-saved-from-bonfire-of-books.html' title='December 23: Saved from a Bonfire of Books (Vol. 32, pp. 121-133)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-6188602904225540052</id><published>2009-12-22T05:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T05:51:35.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 22: Rubbing Noses in New Zealand (Vol. 29, pp. 425-434)</title><content type='html'>More from Darwin's "Voyage of the Beagle," this time with our hero and his crew hobnobbing with the natives during the yuletide. Compared to the authors of the previous days, Darwin is a model of clarity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-6188602904225540052?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/6188602904225540052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=6188602904225540052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6188602904225540052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6188602904225540052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-22-rubbing-noses-in-new.html' title='December 22: Rubbing Noses in New Zealand (Vol. 29, pp. 425-434)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-484336279175034097</id><published>2009-12-21T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T05:21:07.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 21: "Madam Bubble" Not to Be Discouraged (Vol. 15, pp. 306-318)</title><content type='html'>John Bunyan's "Pilgrims Progress" is called one of the most popular books in the English language by the editors of this series. This is only so if you prefer allegory written in King James-style English. You can really see the divide between old and new when reading stuff like this and see why Hemingway, Fitzgerald and Faulkner were necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-484336279175034097?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/484336279175034097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=484336279175034097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/484336279175034097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/484336279175034097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-21-madam-bubble-not-to-be.html' title='December 21: &quot;Madam Bubble&quot; Not to Be Discouraged (Vol. 15, pp. 306-318)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-4561817207975196383</id><published>2009-12-20T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:02:00.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 20: Egypt Visited by the First Reporter (Vol. 33, pp. 7-17)</title><content type='html'>The editors of the Reading Guide compare Herodotus to a modern newspaper reporter. Not quite. The beauty of good newspaper writing is that it is made up of short, active sentences filled with strong nouns and verbs and just a touch of adjectives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herodotus' "An Account of Egypt" may be well reported, but like much of the writing in the Harvard Classics, it is verbose and convoluted. Maybe in another time, people wrote and spoke like that. But to modern sensibilities, most of what's in the Harvard Classics is impenetrable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-4561817207975196383?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/4561817207975196383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=4561817207975196383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4561817207975196383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4561817207975196383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-20-egypt-visited-by-first.html' title='December 20: Egypt Visited by the First Reporter (Vol. 33, pp. 7-17)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-3243514184898586961</id><published>2009-12-19T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:43:04.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 19: Samson Finds a Champion (Vol. 4, pp. 444-459)</title><content type='html'>On this day in 1660, the blind and impoverished John Milton was released from prison. Today, he writes of another sightless giant -- Samson, who was blinded while a captive of the Philistines. Unfortnately, this is typical Milton -- long, windy and unreadable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-3243514184898586961?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/3243514184898586961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=3243514184898586961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3243514184898586961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3243514184898586961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-19-samson-finds-champion-vol-4.html' title='December 19: Samson Finds a Champion (Vol. 4, pp. 444-459)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-1502335641798661245</id><published>2009-12-18T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:22:53.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 18: For a Gentleman (Vol. 37, pp. 136-145)</title><content type='html'>"Why do we need to learn Latin?" That's been the perennial question of schoolchildren for centuries. Locke's answer, from today's essay, "Some Thoughts Regarding Education," is that it is "absolutely necessary to a gentleman," especially grammar, because you have to master grammar to speak and write properly and you might as well learn from one of the sources of the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Latin has virtually disappeared from our schools. Considering how poorly English is taught, it's hard to see Latin as being essential when so many students are graduating from high school unable to read and write well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-1502335641798661245?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/1502335641798661245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=1502335641798661245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1502335641798661245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1502335641798661245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-18-for-gentleman-vol-37-pp-136.html' title='December 18: For a Gentleman (Vol. 37, pp. 136-145)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-4612825126483874381</id><published>2009-12-17T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:48:50.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 17: Dies on the Eve of Her Son's Conversion (Vol. 7, pp. 160-170)</title><content type='html'>St. Augustine again, this time telling of how fervently his mother prayed for his conversion and how she died on the eve of his acceptance of Catholicism at the age of 56. His over-the-top style does nothing for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-4612825126483874381?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/4612825126483874381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=4612825126483874381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4612825126483874381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4612825126483874381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-17-dies-on-eve-of-her-sons.html' title='December 17: Dies on the Eve of Her Son&apos;s Conversion (Vol. 7, pp. 160-170)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7841291842302939955</id><published>2009-12-16T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T05:16:15.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 16: How Man's Courtship Differs from Animal's (Vol. 24, pp. 37-48)</title><content type='html'>More from Edmund Burke's "The Sublime and The Beautiful." Today, he writes of passion and love and the difference between "men and brutes" in the pursuit of love. Burke maintains that man's ability to appreciate beauty in all of its forms and his desire for companionship is the main difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7841291842302939955?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7841291842302939955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7841291842302939955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7841291842302939955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7841291842302939955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-16-how-mans-courtship-differs.html' title='December 16: How Man&apos;s Courtship Differs from Animal&apos;s (Vol. 24, pp. 37-48)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-2671292675263667233</id><published>2009-12-15T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:01:35.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 15: Odysseus Talks with Ghosts (Vol. 22, pp. 145-153)</title><content type='html'>Perhaps the better title for today's reading should have been "Odysseus Goes to Hell," as Homer's hero makes a side trip to the netherworld to talk with deceased heroes of ages past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-2671292675263667233?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/2671292675263667233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=2671292675263667233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2671292675263667233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2671292675263667233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-15-odysseus-talks-with-ghosts.html' title='December 15: Odysseus Talks with Ghosts (Vol. 22, pp. 145-153)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-51688287709413278</id><published>2009-12-14T05:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T05:20:52.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 14: Pastoral Poems and Politics (Vol. 40, pp. 370-379)</title><content type='html'>The 17th century poet and essayist Andrew Marvell is featured today with a group of his poems. Nothing particularly striking about his work to these eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-51688287709413278?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/51688287709413278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=51688287709413278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/51688287709413278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/51688287709413278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-14-pastoral-poems-and-politics.html' title='December 14: Pastoral Poems and Politics (Vol. 40, pp. 370-379)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7176907017679429984</id><published>2009-12-13T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T05:21:59.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 13: To the South Seas with the Gallant Drake (Vol. 33, pp. 199-208)</title><content type='html'>Sir Francis Drake departed for the South Seas on this day in 1577, so we get more heroic narrative from the so-called Golden Age of Exploration. Of course, the heroic part depends on who's telling the story. Since Sir Francis is telling the tale, he comes off much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Drake was the first Englishman to circumnavigate the globe and was acclaimed as the greatest seafarer of his age, any of these accounts viewed through modern eyes have to fully account for the realization that one man's "discovery" is another man's genocide in the making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when the Harvard Classics were assembled, no one cared about the fate of the indigenous peoples who were "discovered." Historians have since corrected that oversight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7176907017679429984?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7176907017679429984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7176907017679429984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7176907017679429984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7176907017679429984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-13-to-south-seas-with-gallant.html' title='December 13: To the South Seas with the Gallant Drake (Vol. 33, pp. 199-208)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-31846828871894503</id><published>2009-12-12T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:25:11.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 12: How the Glorious News was Carried to Aix (Vol. 42, pp. 1066-1068)</title><content type='html'>Robert Browning died this day in 1889, so we get the poem telling how three riders began a heroic ride from Ghent to Aix, and how only one rider survived to tell the tale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-31846828871894503?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/31846828871894503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=31846828871894503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/31846828871894503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/31846828871894503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-12-how-glorious-news-was.html' title='December 12: How the Glorious News was Carried to Aix (Vol. 42, pp. 1066-1068)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-1149241029510324373</id><published>2009-12-11T16:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:21:31.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 11: The Most Dashing Figure in Athens (Vol. 12, pp. 106-117)</title><content type='html'>Plutarch again, this time writing about a giant of Athenian society. The handsome, dashing Alcibiades was beloved by his contemporaries until an incident involving the defacement of statues and the mockery of the goddesses Ceres and Prosperine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condemned by the people who once revered him, he fled to Sparta and transformed himself from decadent high-living Athenian into a hard-core Spartan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-1149241029510324373?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/1149241029510324373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=1149241029510324373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1149241029510324373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1149241029510324373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-11-most-dashing-figure-in.html' title='December 11: The Most Dashing Figure in Athens (Vol. 12, pp. 106-117)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-3856661300592318847</id><published>2009-12-10T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T05:30:10.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 10: Benvenuto Boasts of Gallantry (Vol. 31, pp. 62-72)</title><content type='html'>Cellini, the Commander McBragg of the Renaissance, checks in with a story from his autobiography about going after a soldier who made a pass at his woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaping from the window, knife in hand, he appears more like a swashbuckler than an artist -- or, at least, that's his side of the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-3856661300592318847?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/3856661300592318847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=3856661300592318847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3856661300592318847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3856661300592318847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-10-benvenuto-boasts-of.html' title='December 10: Benvenuto Boasts of Gallantry (Vol. 31, pp. 62-72)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-3858376341803361489</id><published>2009-12-09T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T05:20:07.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 9: Slavery's Last Stand (Vol. 43, pp. 306-312)</title><content type='html'>Today we get an interesting document, "The Compromise of 1850," which admitted California into the Union as a free state, but allowed Texas to maintain slavery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is among the most craven acts ever passed by Congress, and putting it into this collection serves as a reminder that our public servants are rarely so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-3858376341803361489?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/3858376341803361489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=3858376341803361489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3858376341803361489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3858376341803361489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-9-slaverys-last-stand-vol-43.html' title='December 9: Slavery&apos;s Last Stand (Vol. 43, pp. 306-312)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7522380655341943136</id><published>2009-12-08T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T05:34:17.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 8: Dream Women Shaped His Destiny (Vol. 27, pp. 319-325)</title><content type='html'>Thomas de Quincy, yet another crazed British essayist, died this day in 1859. In today, "Levana and Our Ladies of Sorrow," he imagined three women were sent to him so that he might know the depths of his soul. Insane gibberish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7522380655341943136?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7522380655341943136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7522380655341943136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7522380655341943136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7522380655341943136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-8-dream-women-shaped-his.html' title='December 8: Dream Women Shaped His Destiny (Vol. 27, pp. 319-325)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-1050209576303650911</id><published>2009-12-07T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T06:39:31.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 7: What Cicero Least Expected (Vol. 12, pp. 222-231)</title><content type='html'>On this day in 43 B.C., Cicero was killed by Mark Antony's soldiers. Cicero had just been named governor of Sicily and returned to Rome expecting a hero's welcome. Instead, an able statesman and superb orator was cut down by a rival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ace reporter Plutarch tells a familiar story of how Cicero had to deal with the various trials and intrigues that every Roman leader seemed to face. Very few of these guys died peacefully in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-1050209576303650911?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/1050209576303650911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=1050209576303650911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1050209576303650911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1050209576303650911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-7-what-cicero-least-expected.html' title='December 7: What Cicero Least Expected (Vol. 12, pp. 222-231)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-4564956836315981594</id><published>2009-12-06T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T07:05:06.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 6: Moralizing as a Seductive Art (Vol. 27, pp. 73-80)</title><content type='html'>The last issue of "The Spectator" was published this day in 1712. Joseph Addison, one of the English essayists who wrote for "The Tatler" and "The Spectator," is today's author. The two selections are all over the map. "The Vision of Mizra" is hallucinatory nonsense. "Westminster Abbey" is a meditation on death, and is slightly more readable. Neither are quite my style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-4564956836315981594?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/4564956836315981594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=4564956836315981594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4564956836315981594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4564956836315981594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-6-moralizing-as-seductive-art.html' title='December 6: Moralizing as a Seductive Art (Vol. 27, pp. 73-80)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-2356846855065891396</id><published>2009-12-05T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:06:00.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 5: Poems by an Artist's Model (Vol. 42, pp. 1181-1183)</title><content type='html'>On this day in 1830, Christina Georgina Rossetti was born. She is one of the few women included in the Harvard Classics, and she supposedly was known as much for her beauty as for her poetry (as well as being Dante Rossetti's sister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tell how good a poet she is from the four poems they selected. They mostly dwell on death in an Emily Dickinson-like way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Miss Dickinson's work didn't make it into the series. A modern remix of the series would probably swap Christina for Emily without a second thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-2356846855065891396?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/2356846855065891396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=2356846855065891396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2356846855065891396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2356846855065891396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-5-poems-by-artists-model-vol.html' title='December 5: Poems by an Artist&apos;s Model (Vol. 42, pp. 1181-1183)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-1300489309236687959</id><published>2009-12-04T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:50:01.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 4: The Queen Weds a Poor Stranger (Vol. 13, pp. 152-162)</title><content type='html'>Another sequence about Aeneas and Dido from Virgil's "Aeneid." No thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-1300489309236687959?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/1300489309236687959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=1300489309236687959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1300489309236687959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1300489309236687959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-4-queen-weds-poor-stranger-vol.html' title='December 4: The Queen Weds a Poor Stranger (Vol. 13, pp. 152-162)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7414256275905436807</id><published>2009-12-03T05:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T05:24:43.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 3: Met the Gods of Ten Thousand Worlds (Vol. 45, pp. 603-612)</title><content type='html'>More religious mumbo-jumbo, this time from the non-Christian branch. "The Birth of the Buddha" is as silly as the Holy Grail sequence of yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7414256275905436807?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7414256275905436807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7414256275905436807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7414256275905436807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7414256275905436807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-3-met-gods-of-ten-thousand.html' title='December 3: Met the Gods of Ten Thousand Worlds (Vol. 45, pp. 603-612)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-3887109108095509830</id><published>2009-12-02T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:45:01.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2: Practical Jokes in King Arthur's Day (Vol. 35, pp. 128-134)</title><content type='html'>Sir Thomas Mallory's "The Holy Grail" makes a reappearance today. It's still just as unreadable today as it was when we last encountered it, and the images of scenes from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" overwhelm any objective attempt to read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-3887109108095509830?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/3887109108095509830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=3887109108095509830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3887109108095509830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3887109108095509830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-2-practical-jokes-in-king.html' title='December 2: Practical Jokes in King Arthur&apos;s Day (Vol. 35, pp. 128-134)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-6572552928776939019</id><published>2009-12-01T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:06:25.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 1: Are Skeptics Faulty Thinkers? (Vol. 37, pp. 189-199)</title><content type='html'>The answer to that question, according to philosopher George Berkeley, is yes — when it comes to religious belief. Today's selection from "Three Dialogues" deals with the question of atheists and freethinkers, but as is the case with Berkeley's stuff, it is convoluted and hard to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-6572552928776939019?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/6572552928776939019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=6572552928776939019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6572552928776939019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6572552928776939019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-1-are-skeptics-faulty-thinkers.html' title='December 1: Are Skeptics Faulty Thinkers? (Vol. 37, pp. 189-199)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-4651406222026376131</id><published>2009-11-30T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T05:23:29.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 30: "Don'ts" for Conversation (Vol. 27, pp. 91-98)</title><content type='html'>It seems to be the pattern of the reading guide that just when you are about to throw your hands up in despair over the parade of overwrought poets, obtuse philosophers and incomprehensible playwrights, a selection comes along that justifies the time spent with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a good example of this pattern. It's Jonathan Swift's 343rd birthday, and to mark the occasion, we get "An Essay on Conversation." It is Swiftian satire at its best as he looks at the common excesses in having to talk with other people in social situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It holds up wonderfully after 300 years, because people still talk to much about themselves, prattle on with stories their listeners have already heard many times before, force humor into situations where none is warranted, and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swift's rule is simple: "Never to say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish we had rather left unsaid." Also, he advises not to interrupt or allow yourself to be interrupted. To achieve his goal of good conversation — "to entertain and improve those we are among, or to receive those benefits ourselves' — one has to apply an old Vermont aphorism — talk less and say more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-4651406222026376131?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/4651406222026376131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=4651406222026376131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4651406222026376131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4651406222026376131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-30-donts-for-conversation-vol.html' title='November 30: &quot;Don&apos;ts&quot; for Conversation (Vol. 27, pp. 91-98)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-3933499735799401994</id><published>2009-11-29T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T06:41:10.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 29: How Ideas Originate (Vol. 37, pp. 299-303)</title><content type='html'>How do we think? In David Hume's "The Origin of Ideas," he writes that the most vivid thought is inferior to the simplest sensation, that thoughts are subordinate to sensations and that it is impossible for thoughts to emerge without the corresponding sensations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When analyzing thoughts, Hume writes that we should look for the impressions that formed them. An almost to obvious conclusion from today's vantage point, but I imagine this might have been a revolutionary idea in the 18th century.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-3933499735799401994?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/3933499735799401994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=3933499735799401994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3933499735799401994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3933499735799401994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-29-how-ideas-originate-vol-37.html' title='November 29: How Ideas Originate (Vol. 37, pp. 299-303)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-8889157128777479626</id><published>2009-11-28T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T07:09:51.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 28: Poems Made from Visions (Vol. 41, pp. 583-592)</title><content type='html'>William Blake was born this day in 1757 — the man responsible for inspiring Wordsworth, Shelley and Keats, among other overwrought English poets of the 19th century. Someone has to take the blame, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-8889157128777479626?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/8889157128777479626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=8889157128777479626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8889157128777479626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8889157128777479626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-28-poems-made-from-visions-vol.html' title='November 28: Poems Made from Visions (Vol. 41, pp. 583-592)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-4425486041342371757</id><published>2009-11-27T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T05:23:12.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 27: What Land is This? (Vol. 36, pp. 191-204)</title><content type='html'>Sir Thomas More's "Utopia" is tough going, mainly because it is written in the King James version Biblical style of English and because it is written in such a convoluted way that it is gibberish to modern readers. To get even an inkling of what today's passage is about — it concerns Utopians traveling outside their society — you have to go back to the preceding pages to figure things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-4425486041342371757?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/4425486041342371757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=4425486041342371757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4425486041342371757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4425486041342371757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-27-what-land-is-this-vol-36-pp.html' title='November 27: What Land is This? (Vol. 36, pp. 191-204)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-8960243943829383469</id><published>2009-11-26T06:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:03:30.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 26: Shakespeare Should Be Heard (Vol. 27, pp. 299-310)</title><content type='html'>Charles Lamb's "On the Tragedies of Shakespeare," makes the counterintuitive observation that the Bard's work should be read in a book rather than performed on a stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb, a 19th century English essayist, is credited (or blamed, if you're not a fan) with reviving interest in Shakespeare's work. He believed that Shakespeare's plays "are less calculated for performance on a stage than those of almost any dramatist whatever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because Lamb believed their excellence stems from the way they are filled with "so much in them, which comes not under the province of acting, with which eye, and tone, and gesture, have nothing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, Shakespeare's writing is so strong on its own that performing the plays on stage adds little to their enjoyment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-8960243943829383469?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/8960243943829383469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=8960243943829383469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8960243943829383469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8960243943829383469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-26-shakespeare-should-be-heard.html' title='November 26: Shakespeare Should Be Heard (Vol. 27, pp. 299-310)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-4864672659623369063</id><published>2009-11-25T05:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T05:26:54.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 25: Cupid as Shoemaker (Vol. 47, pp. 469-483)</title><content type='html'>Today, we have Thomas Dekker's "The Shoemaker's Holiday." Dekker was a contemporary of Shakespeare's and this is supposedly his most famous work. It's the tale of Simon Eyre, a bombastic London shoemaker totally devoted to his craft to the exclusion of everything else. Eyre had little patience nor attentiveness beyond his cobbler shop. He certainly isn't the typical character of Elizabethian drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-4864672659623369063?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/4864672659623369063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=4864672659623369063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4864672659623369063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4864672659623369063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-25-cupid-as-shoemaker-vol-47.html' title='November 25: Cupid as Shoemaker (Vol. 47, pp. 469-483)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-4657279193762098089</id><published>2009-11-24T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T05:25:19.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 24: The Book That Upset Tennessee (Vol. 11, pp. 23-30)</title><content type='html'>On this day in 1859, "The Origin of Species" was published. The editors of the Reading Guide here are making a snarky allusion to the Scopes Trial, and the famous row over the teaching of Darwin's theory of evolution in 1925.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though some are still arguing about its contents, there is little debate that this book helped launch the revolution of modern science. As the Harvard Classics editors wrote, Darwin did more than gather "the ripe fruit of the labors of his predecessors" but "built on the foundations laid by others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darwin's theory of the evolution of organisms was not entirely new. Ancient Greek philosophers such as Aristotle offered glimpses of it and more modern philosophers from Bacon on added to the understanding that plants and animals did not just magically appear fully formed on the Earth, but changed and developed over eons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was Darwin that seized upon the idea, inspired by Malthus' theories on overpopulation, that "favorable variations would tend to be preserved, and unfavorable ones would be destroyed. The result of this would be the formation of a new species."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea has never been accepted by fundamentalist Christians, who cling to the idea that God created the world in seven days and everything was ready to go from the beginning. Science proves that this is clearly untrue, yet creationism is still being taken seriously as an idea. Some organisms, apparently, still have some evolving to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-4657279193762098089?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/4657279193762098089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=4657279193762098089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4657279193762098089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4657279193762098089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-24-book-that-upset-tennessee.html' title='November 24: The Book That Upset Tennessee (Vol. 11, pp. 23-30)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-6101111240081537185</id><published>2009-11-23T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:44:13.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 23: Less Than Stardust (Vol. 48, pp. 26-36)</title><content type='html'>Pascal began writing his "Thoughts" this day in 1654. Today's selection is "Misery of Man Without God." He was apparently a Jansenist — one of the offshoots of post-Reformation Catholicism that resembled Calvinism in its insistence on grace and predestination of the soul at the expense of free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Pascal wrote with fierce logic and reason — maybe with too much of these qualities — he goes spinning off into a meditation of man's place in the universe and concludes we rest somewhere between the infinite and the nothingless void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best observation here: "One must know oneself. If this does not serve to discover truth, it at least serves as a rule of life, and there is nothing better."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-6101111240081537185?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/6101111240081537185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=6101111240081537185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6101111240081537185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6101111240081537185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-23-less-than-stardust-vol-48.html' title='November 23: Less Than Stardust (Vol. 48, pp. 26-36)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7259244816327484048</id><published>2009-11-22T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T05:39:37.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 22: How a Queen Died for Love (Vol. 13, pp. 167-177)</title><content type='html'>More from Virgil's "Aeneid," and Queen Dido's pain over being deserted by her love. Greek tragedy for those who might like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7259244816327484048?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7259244816327484048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7259244816327484048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7259244816327484048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7259244816327484048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-22-how-queen-died-for-love-vol.html' title='November 22: How a Queen Died for Love (Vol. 13, pp. 167-177)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-4825824140019711853</id><published>2009-11-21T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T06:32:07.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 21: Bargains in Wives (Vol. 34, pp. 93-97)</title><content type='html'>Voltaire came down with smallpox in November 1723, which is why we get today's piece on smallpox innoculation. The ancient Circassians seem to have noticed that innoculating the young with the disease would prevent a worse outbreak down the road, which is why the daughters — in high demand by the sultans — were protected. The supposedly "civilized" culture of Europe took a long time to figure this out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-4825824140019711853?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/4825824140019711853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=4825824140019711853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4825824140019711853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4825824140019711853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-21-bargains-in-wives-vol-34-pp.html' title='November 21: Bargains in Wives (Vol. 34, pp. 93-97)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-783953456243682375</id><published>2009-11-20T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T05:43:26.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 20: Old Stories Ever New (Vol. 17, pp. 90-98)</title><content type='html'>We get the Grimm brothers' "The Valiant Little Tailor" for today's reading — a guy who turned seven dead flies and a lot of bull and bluster into a kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grimms may not have ever heard of the word, "chutzpah," but the tailor certainly possessed it. On sheer confidence alone, he was able to talk his way into power and riches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-783953456243682375?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/783953456243682375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=783953456243682375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/783953456243682375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/783953456243682375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-20-old-stories-ever-new-vol-17.html' title='November 20: Old Stories Ever New (Vol. 17, pp. 90-98)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-2210919784961772912</id><published>2009-11-19T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T05:38:03.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 19: No Man Knows His Resting Place (Vol. 42, pp. 986-992)</title><content type='html'>On this day in 1850, Queen Victoria appointed Lord Alfred Tennyson poet laureate. To mark the occasion, we get an exceedingly windy poem, "Morte D'Arthur," on the death of King Arthur. Overwrought nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-2210919784961772912?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/2210919784961772912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=2210919784961772912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2210919784961772912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2210919784961772912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-19-no-man-knows-his-resting.html' title='November 19: No Man Knows His Resting Place (Vol. 42, pp. 986-992)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-5442532627232358289</id><published>2009-11-18T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T05:35:23.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 18: Apple or Son the Arrow's Mark (Vol. 26, pp. 441-449)</title><content type='html'>On this day in 1307, the most famous shot in the history of archery took place, and Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller tells the story today from his play "Wilhelm Tell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell was ordered to prove his prowess with a bow by taking aim from 100 yards away at his son's head, upon which rested an apple. He made the shot, but afterward, Tell told the governor who ordered him to risk his son's life that he had a second arrow reserved for him had his first shot not been true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell may have gotten hauled off to prison for his bravado, but could he have done anything less? Bravery demands words like these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-5442532627232358289?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/5442532627232358289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=5442532627232358289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5442532627232358289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5442532627232358289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-18-apple-or-son-arrows-mark.html' title='November 18: Apple or Son the Arrow&apos;s Mark (Vol. 26, pp. 441-449)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-6312909088839872160</id><published>2009-11-17T05:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T05:21:41.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 17: At Thirty Scott Began to Write (Vol. 25, pp. 410-420)</title><content type='html'>This selection from Thomas Carlyle's "Sir Walter Scott" might be considered an ode to the late bloomer. Scott showed no signs of being a literary writer until he was 30. He was living a quiet, orderly life, but within that quiet, orderly life, Carlyle said Scott was building himself into the kind of person who's bound to succeed if given the right opportunity at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The uttered part of a man's life, let us always repeat, bears to the unlettered unconscious part of an unknown proportion; he himself never knows it, much less do others," writes Carlyle. "Give him room, give him impulse; he reaches down to the infinite with that so straitly-imprisoned of his; and can do miracles if need be!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody gets this chance, but Scott was fortunate enough to get his and the result was "Ivanhoe " and a flood of other works. Genius is never enough, you have to have the right circumstances to apply it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-6312909088839872160?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/6312909088839872160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=6312909088839872160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6312909088839872160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6312909088839872160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-17-at-thirty-scott-began-to.html' title='November 17: At Thirty Scott Began to Write (Vol. 25, pp. 410-420)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-397068226724622654</id><published>2009-11-16T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T06:16:36.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 16: Just Before the Gold Rush (Vol. 23, pp. 164-168)</title><content type='html'>More from Dana's "Two Years Before The Mast," but this time, our hero is on shore exploring the Presidios of California in the time just before the gold rush of 1849. It's a nice little synopsis of how the Spaniards shaped the early history of California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-397068226724622654?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/397068226724622654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=397068226724622654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/397068226724622654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/397068226724622654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-16-just-before-gold-rush-vol.html' title='November 16: Just Before the Gold Rush (Vol. 23, pp. 164-168)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-4031554398810143307</id><published>2009-11-15T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T06:06:37.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 15: Food Profiteers 300 Years Ago (Vol. 21, pp. 450-460)</title><content type='html'>You thought you were done with "I Promessi Sposi," didn't you. Sadly, no. There's more of it today. This time, Manzoni writes about bread riots and the mass psychosis of panic that was rampant in Milan during the plague epidemic of the 1600s. The government tried to fix grain prices to discourage profiteering, but it didn't work. The scarcer food got, the more panicked the people got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-4031554398810143307?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/4031554398810143307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=4031554398810143307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4031554398810143307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4031554398810143307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-15-food-profiteers-300-years.html' title='November 15: Food Profiteers 300 Years Ago (Vol. 21, pp. 450-460)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-6922209588067574111</id><published>2009-11-14T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:08:30.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 14: He Worried About It (Vol. 38, pp. 398-405)</title><content type='html'>Sir Thomas Lyell was born this day in 1797, so we get a welcome dose of reason after Milton and St. Augustine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This selection from "The Uniformity of Change," continues on the theme from a few weeks ago — that natural phenomena don't just happen, but rather there are patterns and cycles that happen over time. These patterns can be seen over time based on the record left behind — fossils, sediment, rock formations. From this, we can see a definite, uniform pattern of change in the animate and inanimate worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this doesn't sit well with the creationists who believe the Bible has all the answers about how our world was created. While the Harvard Classics drips with religious piety, it also carves out a significant space for science and acknowledges that there are other explanations beyond the Bible for how our world works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-6922209588067574111?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/6922209588067574111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=6922209588067574111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6922209588067574111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6922209588067574111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-14-he-worried-about-it-vol-38.html' title='November 14: He Worried About It (Vol. 38, pp. 398-405)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-765180300361366848</id><published>2009-11-13T05:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T05:38:58.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 13: When Carthage Was Monte Carlo (Vol. 7, pp. 31-38)</title><content type='html'>"Things I used to do/Lord, I won't do no more." The lyrics of that old blues song come to mind reading today's passage from the "Confessions of St. Augustine," selected this day for his birthday in 354. He recounts his wild and wicked days in Carthage, which apparently was a hot town in the fourth century. But, of course, he regrets his debauchery and finds God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavy-handed morality of the Harvard Classics can be a bit stifling at times. It is easy to be mistrustful of any sect that says it has all the answers, and Christians seem to be the epitome of self-assurance. In an age when piety seems to have to replaced reason, it's hard to read stuff like St. Augustine's with a straight face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-765180300361366848?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/765180300361366848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=765180300361366848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/765180300361366848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/765180300361366848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-13-when-carthage-was-monte.html' title='November 13: When Carthage Was Monte Carlo (Vol. 7, pp. 31-38)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7359182474518006143</id><published>2009-11-12T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T05:18:05.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 12: Story of the First Dresses (Vol. 4, pp. 278-290)</title><content type='html'>More Milton, this time the story of Adam and Eve from "Paradise Lost." Since I said my piece about Milton a couple of days ago, I'll let this pass without comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7359182474518006143?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7359182474518006143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7359182474518006143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7359182474518006143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7359182474518006143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-12-story-of-first-dresses-vol.html' title='November 12: Story of the First Dresses (Vol. 4, pp. 278-290)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-5419834158932106350</id><published>2009-11-11T05:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T05:33:50.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 11: America's Doughboy Glorified (Vol. 42, pp. 1402-1412)</title><content type='html'>Today is Armistice Day, and the editors of the Reading Guide chose this occasion to trot out Walt Whitman and his Civil War-era poetry. (If this seems inconsistent with the 1909 publishing date of the Harvard Classics, it is because the set's reading guide that I'm using was written in 1930).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitman is the most modern poet included in his collection and the difference between his work and the rest of the poetry in the Harvard Classics is startling. He's not writing about nightingales or daffodils. He's not ethereal or wracked with longing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is poems such as today's "Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night" or "The Wound Dresser," that deal with death on the battlefield, or "O Captain! My Captain!" and "When Lilacs Last in The Courtyard Bloomed," written after Lincoln's assassination, that show the realness and humanity that presage the great poets of the 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my modernity is showing here, but I'd rather read Whitman than Shelley, Keats and the rest of the insipid twaddle that lie in this set's poetry volumes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-5419834158932106350?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/5419834158932106350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=5419834158932106350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5419834158932106350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5419834158932106350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-11-americas-doughboy-glorified.html' title='November 11: America&apos;s Doughboy Glorified (Vol. 42, pp. 1402-1412)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-4610991773490401720</id><published>2009-11-10T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:24:16.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 10: A Poet Who Piped for his Supper (Vol. 41, pp. 509-520)</title><content type='html'>English poet Oliver Goldsmith was born this day in 1728. He apparently traveled through Belgium, France and Italy, and cadged meals in exchange for offering entertainment. We get his poem "The Deserted Village" today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-4610991773490401720?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/4610991773490401720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=4610991773490401720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4610991773490401720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4610991773490401720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-10-poet-who-piped-for-his.html' title='November 10: A Poet Who Piped for his Supper (Vol. 41, pp. 509-520)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-4753155599915715516</id><published>2009-11-09T05:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:26:31.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 9: Once War Songs, Now Pious Prayers (Vol. 44, pp. 318-327)</title><content type='html'>The Psalms are the fight songs of Christianity and its true believers in times of trial. The ones in this reading — 137 through 145 – are mostly David's writings and alternate between thanksgiving and beseeching God for his blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-4753155599915715516?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/4753155599915715516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=4753155599915715516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4753155599915715516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4753155599915715516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-9-once-war-songs-now-pious.html' title='November 9: Once War Songs, Now Pious Prayers (Vol. 44, pp. 318-327)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7907483737601751579</id><published>2009-11-08T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:22:36.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 8: Blind but Unconquered (Vol. 4, pp. 359-369)</title><content type='html'>John Milton died on this day in 1674. Today's passage is from his sequel to "Paradise Lost," called (naturally) "Paradise Regained."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Milton is admittedly an acquired taste that I never acquired, his personal story is worth noting. At the time he dictated the text of what would become "Paradise Regained," he was broke and blind and living in obscurity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was politically on the outs when he wrote the "Paradises," since he was on the anti-monarchy side of the political and religious wars in England in the 17th century. Milton had an interesting mix of liberty and moral purity — two things that on the surface seem incompatible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milton is more complex than he appears. How can one be devoted to what he called "the three species of liberty which are essential to the happiness of social life — religious, domestic and civil" and be an advocate of freedom and tolerance, yet be associated with the Puritans, the folks synonymous with religious reaction and intolerance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the "Paradise" poems are what Milton is best known for, he was also someone who fought for ideals more closely associated with the Enlightenment. You'd never know it without reading his other works, which sadly aren't collected in the Harvard Classics and would better illuminate what kind of person he really was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7907483737601751579?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7907483737601751579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7907483737601751579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7907483737601751579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7907483737601751579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-8-blind-but-unconquered-vol-4.html' title='November 8: Blind but Unconquered (Vol. 4, pp. 359-369)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-2074462929803445312</id><published>2009-11-07T08:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T08:07:31.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 7: The Voice From a Stone-Dead City (Vol. 16, pp. 100-107)</title><content type='html'>After an absence of several months, here's another selection from "The Thousand and One Nights," this time the tale of how the inhabitants of Baghdad were suddenly turned to stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-2074462929803445312?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/2074462929803445312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=2074462929803445312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2074462929803445312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2074462929803445312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-7-voice-from-stone-dead-city.html' title='November 7: The Voice From a Stone-Dead City (Vol. 16, pp. 100-107)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-2963366810425006777</id><published>2009-11-06T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T05:28:47.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 6: A Genius Needs Few Tools (Vol. 30, pp. 13-21)</title><content type='html'>On this day in 1845, scientist Michael Faraday sent his scientific paper "Experimental Researches" to the Royal Society. Thus we get today's reading from a lecture he delivered in 1859, "Force of Gravitation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could call Faraday the precursor to Mister Wizard. Even though he was one of the best scientific minds of his time — his discovery of magneto-electricity being his top find — Faraday could also explain scientific principles in a way that kids could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wading through some of the wordy and overwritten pieces of the last few days, it's a genuine relief to read something written in plain English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-2963366810425006777?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/2963366810425006777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=2963366810425006777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2963366810425006777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2963366810425006777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-6-genius-needs-few-tools-vol.html' title='November 6: A Genius Needs Few Tools (Vol. 30, pp. 13-21)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-5540141830472735701</id><published>2009-11-05T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T05:48:41.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 5: Costly Opinion on Divorce (Vol. 36, pp. 89-99)</title><content type='html'>William Roper's "Life of Sir Thomas More" is today's reading. Roper, who is Sir Thomas' son-in-law, wrote this in 1515 in the typically overwrought style of the era. You have to wade through a lot of excess verbiage to get to the point of the piece, which is that More was willing to stand up to King Henry VIII on the question of divorce, even though doing do so meant his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by his principles meant more than life itself for More, which is why history looks upon him much favorably than Henry VIII.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-5540141830472735701?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/5540141830472735701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=5540141830472735701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5540141830472735701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5540141830472735701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-5-costly-opinion-on-divorce.html' title='November 5: Costly Opinion on Divorce (Vol. 36, pp. 89-99)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-5644935669099613154</id><published>2009-11-04T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:19:10.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 4: Gold or Glory? (Vol. 26, pp. 87-97)</title><content type='html'>More from the French playwright Corneille's "Polyeducte" today, as the title character is faced with the choice of becoming a Christian and renouncing everything he has. Another one of those pro-Christian fables that the series seems to specialize in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-5644935669099613154?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/5644935669099613154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=5644935669099613154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5644935669099613154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5644935669099613154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-4-gold-or-glory-vol-26-pp-87.html' title='November 4: Gold or Glory? (Vol. 26, pp. 87-97)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-5540078646850348560</id><published>2009-11-03T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:46:58.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 3: Letters to an Emperor (Vol. 9, pp. 404-406)</title><content type='html'>In this passage, Pliny is writing to the Roman Emperor Trajan on the efficacy of torturing Christians. The ruling power is usually ruthless in dealing with noisy minorities, since the rulers always believe they are just and right and correct in what they do. Some things never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-5540078646850348560?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/5540078646850348560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=5540078646850348560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5540078646850348560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5540078646850348560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-3-letters-to-emperor-vol-9-pp.html' title='November 3: Letters to an Emperor (Vol. 9, pp. 404-406)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7804490101941605627</id><published>2009-11-02T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:56:06.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2: Journey Through a Hot Country (Vol. 20, pp. 13-20)</title><content type='html'>More from Dante's "Inferno" today. Is there really a place called Hell? Better minds than mine have grappled with that idea. We would like to think that the wicked will eventually pay for their deeds, but lacking concrete proof of the existence of the afterlife or a divine arbiter of good and bad, I would rather see the punishment meted out here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7804490101941605627?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7804490101941605627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7804490101941605627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7804490101941605627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7804490101941605627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-2-journey-through-hot-country.html' title='November 2: Journey Through a Hot Country (Vol. 20, pp. 13-20)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-5108395713858260773</id><published>2009-11-01T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:16:45.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 1: Last Strokes of Shakespeare's Pen (Vol. 46, pp. 397-410)</title><content type='html'>On this day in 1611, "The Tempest" was performed at Queen Elizabeth's court. It was Shakespeare's final play before his death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-5108395713858260773?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/5108395713858260773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=5108395713858260773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5108395713858260773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5108395713858260773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-1-last-strokes-of-shakespeares.html' title='November 1: Last Strokes of Shakespeare&apos;s Pen (Vol. 46, pp. 397-410)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-2946168467093478579</id><published>2009-10-31T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:45:40.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 31: Witches Walk Tonight (Vol. 6, pp. 110-119)</title><content type='html'>A silly and inconsequential poem from Robert Burns for All Hallow's Eve for those who believe in ghosts and goblins and witches and evil spirits. As someone who doesn't, it's nonsense to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-2946168467093478579?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/2946168467093478579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=2946168467093478579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2946168467093478579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2946168467093478579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-31-witches-walk-tonight-vol-6.html' title='October 31: Witches Walk Tonight (Vol. 6, pp. 110-119)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-5327601344241868260</id><published>2009-10-30T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T05:31:01.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 30: Geology's Greatest Benefactor (Vol. 38, pp. 385-391)</title><content type='html'>Sir Charles Lyell is considered the founder of modern geologic studies. Darwin said that "the science of geology is enormously indebted to Lyell — more so, as I believe, than to any other man who ever lived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyell took geology out of the realm of superstition with a bold statement — "By degrees, many of the enigmas of the moral and physical world are explained, and instead of being due to extrinsic and irregular causes, they are found to depend on fixed and immutable laws."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of blaming an earthquake or flood on supernatural forces, it was time to take an objective look at the phenomena and see their commonality with other similar events. Again, the logical progress of the forces of reason over the forces of superstition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with Darwin, Newton, Pasteur and the rest of the scientific giants of the 18th and 19th centuries, Lyell helped to take chance out of the equation as the dominant factor in how the world works, and replaced it with logic, reason and the scientific method. The world as we know it today would not exist without this tremendous leap in human knowledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-5327601344241868260?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/5327601344241868260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=5327601344241868260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5327601344241868260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5327601344241868260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-30-geologys-greatest-benefactor.html' title='October 30: Geology&apos;s Greatest Benefactor (Vol. 38, pp. 385-391)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7761716618698655656</id><published>2009-10-29T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T05:24:18.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 29: Genius Rise from a Stable (Vol. 41, pp. 874-882)</title><content type='html'>English poet John Keats, the son of a stable man, was born this day in 1795. Keats, together with Shelley and Lord Byron, were the troika of 19th century over-the-top romantic poets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, "Ode to a Grecian Urn" and "Ode to a Nightengale" are in today's reading and yes, I can't get into these poems any more than I could get into Shelley's. It's the sort of over-emotive drivel that gives poetry a bad name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7761716618698655656?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7761716618698655656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7761716618698655656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7761716618698655656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7761716618698655656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-29-genius-rise-from-stable-vol.html' title='October 29: Genius Rise from a Stable (Vol. 41, pp. 874-882)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-8384446752541997394</id><published>2009-10-28T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:31:33.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 28: How Dice Taught Spelling (Vol. 37, pp. 128-136)</title><content type='html'>British philosopher John Locke died this day in 1704, and today's essay, "Some Thoughts Concerning Education," comes as a bit of a surprise. Who knew that Locke was an advocate of making learning fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke suggested using dice to help children learn the alphabet, thought Aesop's Fables made a good beginning reader and that learning "should be made as little trouble of business to him as might be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an age where schooling was about discipline and memorization, these ideas were radical. Equally radical was Locke's thought that art should be an integral part of the learning process. So many of the educational principles we take for granted today seem to have come from Locke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-8384446752541997394?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/8384446752541997394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=8384446752541997394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8384446752541997394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8384446752541997394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-28-how-dice-taught-spelling-vol.html' title='October 28: How Dice Taught Spelling (Vol. 37, pp. 128-136)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-3706275969046841939</id><published>2009-10-27T04:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:44:44.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 27: Fruit of Seven Years Silence (Vol. 45, pp. 661-674)</title><content type='html'>A dose of Buddhist writings today. One wonders what it was like for someone a century ago to run into the concept of karma? The word gets thrown about so casually today, but it must have been mind-blowing to someone who only knew what he was taught in Sunday School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea that "every deed a man performs with body/or voice or mind,/'tis this that he can call his own,/this with him take as he goes hence/this is what follows after him/and like a shadow ne'er departs" has parallels in the Christian faith. It is a good way to go through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every act of kindness is cumulative and feeds on previous acts of kindness. Whether or not it leads to the promised blessings of the next life is debatable, but goodness generally does seem to begat more goodness and evil somehow, some way, is eventually punished. At least, it would be nice if the world worked this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-3706275969046841939?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/3706275969046841939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=3706275969046841939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3706275969046841939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3706275969046841939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-27-fruit-of-seven-years-silence.html' title='October 27: Fruit of Seven Years Silence (Vol. 45, pp. 661-674)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-8681022851349315157</id><published>2009-10-26T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T05:04:41.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 26: Franklin Learned the Secret (Vol. 1, pp. 14-21)</title><content type='html'>Consider this passage from Benjamin Franklin's "Autobiography" a plug for the joy of reading the Harvard Classics. It definitely is an ode to the joys of being a bookworm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franklin was an ambitious young man and the fuel for that ambition was his voracious appetite for the written word. As a printer's apprentice, he used his money to buy books and devoured Plutarch and the pulp fiction of his day with equal gusto. He read The Spectator and shamelessly stole from its style. Any spare moment young Ben had was devoted to reading, and the reading in turn informed his writing and served as "a principal means of my advancement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was wise enough to know he wasn't a poet and that prose was the way to go. He learned from Alexander Pope that the key to converting the readers of your writing to your point of view -- to inform, to please or to persuade -- is to be positive. He quotes Pope as saying that "men should be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown propos'd as things forgot" and that "for want of modesty is want of sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, one can be certain of one's point of view, but it's not necessary to beat someone over the head with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-8681022851349315157?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/8681022851349315157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=8681022851349315157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8681022851349315157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8681022851349315157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-26-franklin-learned-secret-vol.html' title='October 26: Franklin Learned the Secret (Vol. 1, pp. 14-21)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-386649897636011048</id><published>2009-10-25T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:06:22.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 25: It Greatly Encouraged Intrigue (Vol. 27, pp. 363-372)</title><content type='html'>I guess the subtitle for this reading would be "sympathy for the devil." English essayist Thomas Macaulay, who was born this day in 1800, writes about Machiavelli and defends him from the common perception that he is the source of all political evil in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only read "The Prince," Macaulay wrote, you might believe that. But the rest of Machiavelli's work demonstrate that he is not as evil as advertised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The explanation might have been easy if he had been a very weak or very affected man. But he was evidently neither one nor the other. His works prove, beyond all contradiction, that his understanding was strong, his taste pure, and his sense of the ridiculous exquisitely keen," wrote Macaulay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believes the reason why Machiavelli has received such a bum rap is due to the time and place that he plied his trade. Northern Italy did not resemble the rest of Europe as it exited the long night of the Medieval Era. It was at its zenith as a commercial and intellectual center, far above anywhere else on the continent. A culture devoted to commerce is not a culture that sees war as a necessity, at least the sort of war where all members of a society march off to fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-386649897636011048?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/386649897636011048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=386649897636011048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/386649897636011048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/386649897636011048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-25-it-greatly-encouraged.html' title='October 25: It Greatly Encouraged Intrigue (Vol. 27, pp. 363-372)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-5728889986553153065</id><published>2009-10-24T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:24:52.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 24: Clytemnestra Meets Her Rival (Vol. 8, pp. 52-64)</title><content type='html'>More blood-soaked Greek drama, this time from Aescheylus' "Agamemnon." Today's selection focuses on Cassandra, the doomsayer who predicted Agamemnon's death and knew that she would be killed by Clytemnestra to avenge her dark vision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-5728889986553153065?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/5728889986553153065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=5728889986553153065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5728889986553153065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5728889986553153065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-24-clytemnestra-meets-her-rival.html' title='October 24: Clytemnestra Meets Her Rival (Vol. 8, pp. 52-64)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-2012303404130078590</id><published>2009-10-23T05:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T05:18:48.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 23: When Caesar Turned the Tables (Vol. 12, pp. 264-273)</title><content type='html'>Plutarch is a great biographer, but this selection about Julius Caesar's early years isn't too interesting. The good stuff happens further along, which often happens in this format of little snippets and tastes of authors. Unless the writer is really compelling, you as a reader are left feeling unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is amusing, though. When he was a youth, Caesar was captured by pirates. He conned his captors into playing games and lulling them into a false sense of security. After he was freed, he later went back and captured his captors and exacted his revenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-2012303404130078590?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/2012303404130078590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=2012303404130078590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2012303404130078590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2012303404130078590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-23-when-caesar-turned-tables.html' title='October 23: When Caesar Turned the Tables (Vol. 12, pp. 264-273)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-5599469326390578030</id><published>2009-10-22T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:43:53.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 22: Swift's Love Problems (Vol. 28, pp. 23-28)</title><content type='html'>I never read Thackeray before. Now I know I haven't missed anything. In today's selection from his biography of Jonathan Swift, he manages to turn a tale of a man torn between two lovers into a total bore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-5599469326390578030?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/5599469326390578030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=5599469326390578030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5599469326390578030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5599469326390578030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-22-swifts-love-problems-vol-28.html' title='October 22: Swift&apos;s Love Problems (Vol. 28, pp. 23-28)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-4652380911832197904</id><published>2009-10-21T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:15:27.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 21: No Fault to Find With Old Age (Vol. 9, pp. 45-56)</title><content type='html'>Cicero's "On Old Age" is today's reading, as he quotes Cato as saying old age is something "to which all wish we attain, and at which all grumble when attained."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cato lists four reasons why we grumble. "First, that it withdraws us from active employments; second, that it enfeebles the mind; third, that it deprives us of nearly all physical pleasures; fourth, that it is the next step to death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Cato was 84 when he wrote that -- an extraordinary age for the time. But he doesn't want to go back to being young, for old age is a time when a person "is even more confident and courageous than youth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age is what you make of it, and Cicero was definitely a believer in the aphorism that attitude is everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-4652380911832197904?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/4652380911832197904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=4652380911832197904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4652380911832197904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4652380911832197904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-21-no-fault-to-find-with-old.html' title='October 21: No Fault to Find With Old Age (Vol. 9, pp. 45-56)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-2222655455366416765</id><published>2009-10-20T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:36:03.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 20: Odysseus Adrift on a Raft (Vol. 22, pp. 68-80)</title><content type='html'>More from Homer's "Odyssey" today, as the gods decree that our hero would be set adrift at sea to run into more troubles. Not much to recommend here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-2222655455366416765?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/2222655455366416765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=2222655455366416765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2222655455366416765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/2222655455366416765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-20-odysseus-adrift-on-raft-vol.html' title='October 20: Odysseus Adrift on a Raft (Vol. 22, pp. 68-80)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-6655110128718624102</id><published>2009-10-19T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:25:55.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 19: Virtue in Smiles (Vol. 27, pp. 285-295)</title><content type='html'>Loss is always a hard thing to wrap one's head around, but who would think that in an age of stoics, one would encounter someone who believes tears "refresh the fever of the soul -- the dry misery which parches the countenance into furrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Henry Leigh Hunt's essay today, "Deaths of Little Children," deals with the death of a child and the deep and inconsolable pain that comes with it. He writes how a dead child is frozen in time, an immortal child instead of a future man or woman. He aptly sums up how we the living grapple with the sorrow of a life ended too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-6655110128718624102?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/6655110128718624102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=6655110128718624102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6655110128718624102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6655110128718624102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-19-virtue-in-smiles-vol-27-pp.html' title='October 19: Virtue in Smiles (Vol. 27, pp. 285-295)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-3249735646661990064</id><published>2009-10-18T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T07:13:40.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 18: "If Winter Comes" (Vol. 41, pp. 329-335)</title><content type='html'>As you can tell from my previous posts, I'm not a big fan of poetry. And Shelley writes the kind of poetry that makes people hate poetry — overwrought, hyperemotional, overly sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley could be considered the James Dean of English poets. He lived fast and died young at 30. That short life and poetry that's filled with romantic longing and yearning makes him a favorite of those of a certain age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these the silly love songs of the early 19th century?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-3249735646661990064?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/3249735646661990064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=3249735646661990064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3249735646661990064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3249735646661990064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-18-if-winter-comes-vol-41-pp.html' title='October 18: &quot;If Winter Comes&quot; (Vol. 41, pp. 329-335)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-6762065056649234036</id><published>2009-10-17T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T06:58:39.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 17: Reason His Only Religion (Vol. 3, pp. 253-265)</title><content type='html'>We get 17th century philosopher Thomas Browne's "Religio Medici" today, and it is wiggy, unreadable tripe -- a now-obscure rant on religion that doesn't make any sense. This is a good example of how a writer's reputation can fade upon the application of more critical judgments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-6762065056649234036?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/6762065056649234036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=6762065056649234036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6762065056649234036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6762065056649234036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-17-reason-his-only-religion-vol.html' title='October 17: Reason His Only Religion (Vol. 3, pp. 253-265)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-8873012941989968737</id><published>2009-10-16T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:39:37.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 16: When Medicine Was a Mystery (Vol. 38, pp. 3-5)</title><content type='html'>The ancient Greeks may not have been terribly advanced in the practice of medicine, but at least Hippocrates had a good idea of the principles that a practitioner of medicine should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With purity and holiness I will pass my life and practice my art," wrote Hippocrates in his oath. It called for devotion to the craft of medicine above all else. It was perhaps his greatest gift to the medical profession. The techniques and theories of medicine may have improved with the passage of 2,500 years, but the principle of disinterested service to others remains a critical part of medicine. That principle carries over into other endeavors, for a true professional lives his life with purity and practices his craft in a way that serves others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise for Hippocrates' observation that "timidity betrays a want of powers, and audacity a lack of skill. They are, indeed, two things, knowledge and opinion, of which the one makes its possessor really to know, the other to be ignorant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is the most important thing. It can overcome everything else. It's the only thing that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-8873012941989968737?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/8873012941989968737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=8873012941989968737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8873012941989968737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8873012941989968737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-16-when-medicine-was-mystery.html' title='October 16: When Medicine Was a Mystery (Vol. 38, pp. 3-5)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7036617790678516221</id><published>2009-10-15T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T05:47:15.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 15: First Families of America (Vol. 43, pp. 28-44)</title><content type='html'>Celebrating genocide seems to be the theme this week, with bits of imperialism thrown in for good measure. On this day in 1498, Americo Vespucci returned from his first voyage from what came to be called America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken together with Columbus' letter from earlier this week, you can see that the age that the Harvard Classics were assembled in was an age where the white male was supreme and the darker hued folks were mere impediments to the spread of western "civilization."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the significant difference between a century ago -- when Columbus, Vespucci and the rest of the explorers were still considered heroes -- and our present age where we see them for what they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Revisionist" is often used as a slur in the field of history. But, in the case of historians such as Howard Zinn -- who told the story of America from the point of view of the conquered -- revisionist history is a necessary corrective to the original narrative. To not acknowledge the brutal subjugation of native peoples is to gloss over the original sin of the American story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7036617790678516221?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7036617790678516221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7036617790678516221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7036617790678516221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7036617790678516221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-15-first-families-of-america.html' title='October 15: First Families of America (Vol. 43, pp. 28-44)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-196281156671318493</id><published>2009-10-14T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:52:53.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 14: No Spice and Little Gold (Vol. 10, pp. 395-404)</title><content type='html'>Today's selection from Adam Smith's "Wealth of Nations" might have been better used as the Columbus Day reading, for in it, Smith looks at the failures of the Spanish conquistadors. The gold-crazed Columbus and those who followed him were doomed to fail, because finding gold is a crap shoot at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith writes that colonies traditionally serve as safety valves for increased population. When the existing land was filled, some other place had to be found to help absorb the excess. Also, colonies have the added benefit of providing extra security for the colonizing country -- at least that's how the Greeks and Romans approached it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spanish colonizers of the New World in the 15th and 16th centuries were looking for riches, not territory. The lands Columbus found were abundant in natural resources, but that was not enough to justify their taking. It was gold they sought, and given the general defenselessness of the indigenous peoples, it was easy to strip them of the trinkets they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thirst for gold and the failure to recognize its scarcity were the problems that doomed the Spaniards. Smith called it, "the most disadvantageous lottery in the world." Yet the Spaniards had, in Smith's words, "the absurd confidence which almost all men have in their own good fortune," and expected to find more gold and silver than actually existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold and silver have value because of its scarcity, Smith concluded. That the Spaniards were deluded into thinking otherwise was a big reason why they failed in their efforts to settle North America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-196281156671318493?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/196281156671318493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=196281156671318493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/196281156671318493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/196281156671318493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-14-no-spice-and-little-gold-vol.html' title='October 14: No Spice and Little Gold (Vol. 10, pp. 395-404)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-1946930494177654976</id><published>2009-10-13T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:00:43.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 13: Pagan Virtue Perpetuated (Vol. 2, pp. 193-199)</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to separate the teachings from the teacher? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus Aurelius, whose "Meditations" are today's reading, is lauded for his benevolence and in his writings. Yet this was the same Roman emperor who gave into the panic of his subjects, who blamed the new religious sect called Christians for the war and pestilence that gripped Rome. The same man who preached stoicism, patience and simplicity was the man who did nothing to stop the violent persecution of Christians in the second century A.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if he remained true to the beliefs he espoused rather than give in to public pressure, Marcus Aurelius might be looked upon more favorably today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-1946930494177654976?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/1946930494177654976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=1946930494177654976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1946930494177654976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1946930494177654976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-13-pagan-virtue-perpetuated-vol.html' title='October 13: Pagan Virtue Perpetuated (Vol. 2, pp. 193-199)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-5205720407249287062</id><published>2009-10-12T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:31:27.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 12: Columbus' Letter Miraculously Found (Vol. 43, pp. 21-27)</title><content type='html'>A 1493 letter from Christopher Columbus to Luis de Saint Angel about his voyage to the New World is today's reading. It is impossible to read this now, knowing Columbus' sordid record of genocide and enslavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few historical figures have been so thoroughly demythologized than Columbus. Where once he was a hero, today we see him as one of the most despicable characters in the history of our nation. Even in this letter, you can see how gold was the primary motivation for everything he does and how the inhabitants he finds on these islands are treated as inferiors to be exploited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A century ago, few gave a thought to what sort of society the indigenous peoples of the New World had. It was automatically assumed that European values were superior and that the natives needed to be converted to Christianity. The subjugation of the godless savages was seen as a necessary and heroic act critical to the advancement of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now rightly seen as anything but heroic. All but the most reactionary see the acts of Columbus and his fellow explorers for what they really were — the original sin that still stains the soul of America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-5205720407249287062?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/5205720407249287062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=5205720407249287062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5205720407249287062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/5205720407249287062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-12-columbus-letter-miraculously.html' title='October 12: Columbus&apos; Letter Miraculously Found (Vol. 43, pp. 21-27)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-3325007061358967280</id><published>2009-10-11T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:23:36.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 11: Aeneas Flees from an Inconsolable Love (Vol. 13, pp. 178-188)</title><content type='html'>Another selection from Virgil's "Aeneid," where our hero leaves Carthage and the lovely Queen Dido, gets caught in a storm and lands on the coast of Sicily. There, King Acestes helps Aeneas to forget his lost love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-3325007061358967280?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/3325007061358967280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=3325007061358967280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3325007061358967280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3325007061358967280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-11-aeneas-flees-from.html' title='October 11: Aeneas Flees from an Inconsolable Love (Vol. 13, pp. 178-188)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-6425880680643382739</id><published>2009-10-10T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:42:25.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 10: A Fugitive in Boy's Clothes (Vol. 14, pp. 253-266)</title><content type='html'>More from "Don Quixote" today, this time of a woman in disguise who reveals herself before our hero. A piece more for entertainment than enlightenment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-6425880680643382739?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/6425880680643382739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=6425880680643382739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6425880680643382739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6425880680643382739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-10-fugitive-in-boys-clothes-vol.html' title='October 10: A Fugitive in Boy&apos;s Clothes (Vol. 14, pp. 253-266)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7287704538629184816</id><published>2009-10-09T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T05:33:31.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 9: Songs Shake the Walls of Jericho (Vol. 45, pp. 546-556; 567-568)</title><content type='html'>"Lead, Kindly Light, amid the circling gloom..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line, from John Henry Newman's hymn, "The Pillar of Cloud," is one of today's selections because he was baptized on this day in 1845. Faith is this day's theme, hence the greatest hits collection of 1,500 years of Christian hymns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the sacred writings section of the Harvard Classics is admirable for its corporation of selections from all the world's major religions, the set as a whole is still the product of a white, male, Anglo-Saxon, Protestant world. Christianity, particularly the protestant variety, was the one true faith of the ruling class. The other faiths seems to be included for their similarities to Christianity, not for their differences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7287704538629184816?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7287704538629184816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7287704538629184816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7287704538629184816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7287704538629184816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-9-songs-shake-walls-of-jericho.html' title='October 9: Songs Shake the Walls of Jericho (Vol. 45, pp. 546-556; 567-568)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-6529102574685250818</id><published>2009-10-08T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T05:57:18.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 8: Fielding's  Parody Becomes History (Vol. 39, pp. 176-181)</title><content type='html'>One of the immutable rules of comedy is that if you have to explain what you are joking about, you're probably not doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Fielding, who died this day in 1764, is given credit for writing one of the great parodies of English literature, "Joseph Andrews," the preface of which is today's selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fielding was lampooning a novel by Samuel Richardson, "Pamela," which was about a virtuous maid-servant fighting off the advances of her young master. Fielding turned the story around to make it into a narrative about Pamela's brother Joseph, who resisted the advances of his mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, a nice idea, but if you have to explain, it's not funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-6529102574685250818?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/6529102574685250818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=6529102574685250818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6529102574685250818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6529102574685250818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-8-fieldings-parody-becomes.html' title='October 8: Fielding&apos;s  Parody Becomes History (Vol. 39, pp. 176-181)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-4473727011908825475</id><published>2009-10-07T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T05:29:52.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 7: An Uncanonized American Saint (Vol. 1, pp. 283-288)</title><content type='html'>John Woolman died this day in 1772. The foremost leader of America's Quakers, he contributed greatly to the spiritual life of his era and was one of the pioneers in the crusade against slavery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his writings, you can tell Woolman was a man who possessed great humility as a well as a deep and abiding faith in God. His morality and faith were unwavering. All these things, however, do not translate into great writing. His prose is flat and uninteresting, and since it is from his personal journal, self-indulgent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-4473727011908825475?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/4473727011908825475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=4473727011908825475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4473727011908825475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/4473727011908825475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-7-uncanonized-american-saint.html' title='October 7: An Uncanonized American Saint (Vol. 1, pp. 283-288)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-802443833880922222</id><published>2009-10-06T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T05:43:23.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 6: The Atrocious Spectacle of October 6th (Vol. 24, pp. 208-217)</title><content type='html'>On this day in 1789, the royal family of France was captured as the French Revolution reached a bloody high tide. As we've seen from earlier passages from Edmund Burke's "Revolution in France," he was no fan of the events of 1789.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a classic conservative, order was his watchword and change was not something to be entered into lightly. Burke believed that liberty was a fine thing, but only "liberty connected with order." He also believed that if a political system had lasted a long time, it must be good based upon the simple fact that it had lasted a long time. Thus, there is no need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus. the French Revolution violated every one of Burke's cherished ideas. He was horrified over the loss of traditions and the end of the veneration of royalty. But did the world come apart when the veneration of kings and queens was cast aside? Did the loss of what Burke called "the spirit of nobility and religion" lead to a "poverty of conception, a coarseness and a vulgarity?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back over the two centuries since the French Revolution, the answer is most assuredly no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all defenders of the status quo, those that benefit from the way things are tend to be the loudest defenders. To Burke, a member of the class he saw threatened by the revolution, democracy was suspect, the people were ignorant rabble that could not be trusted and only the reinforcement of the ancient ways could ensure true liberty. For those not among Burke's elect, revolution sounds like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened in France was undeniably bloody, it was that way because power concedes nothing without force, and monarchy rarely steps aside peacefully. The release of long-suppressed resentments often can get out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who doesn't believe in infallibility of nobility and religion as organizing principles for a society, I disagree with Burke. His belief that everything respectable was destroyed in the French Revolution is simply the lament of someone who didn't recognize that the world was changing and the ground was shifting under his feet. What happened in France, as well as in the United States, was the triumph of reason over superstition, of the triumph of liberty deriving from people and not from the whim of kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democracy is better than monarchy. Burke, I think, never really understood this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-802443833880922222?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/802443833880922222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=802443833880922222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/802443833880922222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/802443833880922222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-6-atrocious-spectacle-of.html' title='October 6: The Atrocious Spectacle of October 6th (Vol. 24, pp. 208-217)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-13055843528934852</id><published>2009-10-05T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T05:24:46.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 5: Amateur Athlete in Old Athens (Vol. 28, pp. 51-61)</title><content type='html'>English author and scholar John Henry Newman's "The Idea of a University," was written in the mid-1800s to set down his theory about education. College life in the Athens of old was a rough lot, but students put up with bad food and worse lodging to "imbibe the invisible atmosphere of genius. ... It was what the student gazed on, what he heard, what he caught by the magic of sympathy, not what he read, which was the education furnished by Athens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Newman, education wasn't just about books or being cloistered in a hall to study. The Athenian students got as much education from going to the theater to see Sophocles' plays, or to the Agora to hear Demosthenes, or even catching a glimpse of Plato at work, as they did in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Philosophy lives out of doors," writes Newman, and certainly being in an atmosphere where genius was seemingly all around you is the essence of education. The Athens of that era was "a brotherhood and a citizenship of the mind. The mind came first, and was the foundation of the academic polity; but it soon brought along with it, and gathered round itself, the gifts of fortune and the prizes of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education first began as a gathering of minds, and the gathering of minds in ancient Athens seem to feed upon itself and grow exponentially. Learning was an honorable thing and one put up with all sorts of hardships to partake of genius. In the end, it is not the books or the buildings or any of the other trappings of the modern university that makes it a place of learning. It's the ideas and the interplay between students and teachers that make it so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-13055843528934852?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/13055843528934852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=13055843528934852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/13055843528934852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/13055843528934852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-5-amateur-athlete-in-old-athens.html' title='October 5: Amateur Athlete in Old Athens (Vol. 28, pp. 51-61)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-1586407896921948544</id><published>2009-10-04T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:08:10.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 4: His Mouth Full of Pebbles (Vol. 12, pp. 196-205)</title><content type='html'>Demosthenes versus Cicero. Plutarch knew that this was a fruitless comparison since, in his view, they were similar in "their passion for distinction and their love of liberty and civil life, and their want of courage in dangers and war...there could hardly be found two other orators, who from small and obscure beginnings, became so great and mighty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Plutarch writes that Demosthenes was a lousy public speaker at the start of his public life and "was derided for his strange and uncouth style, which was cumbered with long sentences and tortured with formal arguments to a most harsh and disagreeable excess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonsthenes was so discouraged by the reaction to his oratory, that he gave up public speaking. While his ideas were sound, his presentation was wanting. Plutarch writes that it took the advice of the actor Satyrus to convince Demosthenes that it was "as good as nothing for a man to exercise himself in declamating, if he neglected enunciation and delivery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he spend a lot of time "woodshedding," in the jazz vernacular, practicing in private and working on his speaking style. He worked so hard on his delivery that his contemporaries, according to Plutarch, wrote him off as "a person of no great natural genius, but one who owed all the power and ability he had in speaking to labor and industry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to speak extemporaneously was prized by the ancients, so Demosthenes' style — apparently a blend of lots of prior preparation combined with off-the-cuff speaking — was derided by his rivals. Pytheas said his arguments "smelled of the lamp," but Demosthenes' reply was that "it is true, indeed, Pytheas, that your lamp and my lamp are not conscious of the same things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His belief that the argument is more important than the style in which it is presented is certainly important, but, as Plutarch writes, while Demosthenes had the substance, it wasn't until he found a style he was comfortable with that he became an orator of the first rank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-1586407896921948544?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/1586407896921948544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=1586407896921948544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1586407896921948544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1586407896921948544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-4-his-mouth-full-of-pebbles-vol.html' title='October 4: His Mouth Full of Pebbles (Vol. 12, pp. 196-205)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-1185130928311293668</id><published>2009-10-03T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:12:27.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 3: Good Enough for Chaucer (Vol. 40, pp. 11-26)</title><content type='html'>The prologue to "The Canterbury Tales" is today's reading, and it is like literary spinach. I never really liked poetry, but Chaucer is as impenetrable now as he was in high school. Even with the copious footnotes to translate some of his words, it's still gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Readers Guide lauds Chaucer as a groundbreaking poet, since he was among the first to write in English when English was considered "a vulgar tongue, fit only for servants and working people." Polite society in England in the 14th century conversed in French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottish dialect was what Chaucer used, and to 21st century eyes, he might as well have written in Babylonian for his poetry bears only a passing resemblance to modern English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-1185130928311293668?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/1185130928311293668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=1185130928311293668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1185130928311293668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1185130928311293668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-3-good-enough-for-chaucer-vol.html' title='October 3: Good Enough for Chaucer (Vol. 40, pp. 11-26)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-8763256544280399237</id><published>2009-10-02T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T05:54:02.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2: Veteran Tells of Indian War (Vol. 29, pp. 107-111)</title><content type='html'>As you've noticed from other entries, I'm not a fan of Darwin's "Voyage of the Beagle." If ever there was a passage that showed the sensibilities of the time it was written, it is today's passage -- a disjointed account of slaughter and genocide between the Spainiards and the indigenous people of South America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darwin writes that "everyone here is convinced that this is the most just war, because it is against barbarians," and tells of how the men and women were killed and the children saved for slavery. This is just?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darwin returned to England on this day in 1836, during the apogee of the British Empire. Genocide wasn't a concern then, since "civilized" men could kill others with impunity -- particularly those with darker skin. Who are the real barbarians here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-8763256544280399237?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/8763256544280399237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=8763256544280399237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8763256544280399237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/8763256544280399237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-2-veteran-tells-of-indian-war.html' title='October 2: Veteran Tells of Indian War (Vol. 29, pp. 107-111)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-1020585077472727203</id><published>2009-10-01T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T06:18:04.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 1: Third Quarter Update</title><content type='html'>If you've stuck around this long, congratulations. Only three more months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're just wandering in, I'm doing this blog to celebrate the centennial of The Harvard Classics. It is a day-by-day reading of "The Five Foot Shelf," based on the reading guide that's included in the 1930 edition. The guide picks a 15-minute reading for each day of the year, which I list in the title of each post. The volume and page numbers are based on the print edition, so those of you who are following along with the online edition at http://www.bartleby.com/hc might have a hard time finding the selections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give a brief comment on each reading (really brief, if I'm not into the piece of the day). I'm not an English literature major, just a journalist and writer who tastes run more toward non-fiction and my biases are on display for all to see. Your mileage may vary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-1020585077472727203?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/1020585077472727203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=1020585077472727203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1020585077472727203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1020585077472727203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-1-third-quarter-update.html' title='October 1: Third Quarter Update'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-1800651324834672611</id><published>2009-10-01T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T06:16:47.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 1: Princes Today and Yesterday (Vol. 36, pp. 36-44)</title><content type='html'>Machiavelli's "The Prince" remains a textbook for leadership after five centuries because he knew what a leader needed to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He writes a leader who "is strong enough, if occasion demands, to stand alone" and "has a strong city, and who does not make himself hated, can not be attacked, or should he be so, his assailant will come badly off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That strength comes from inspiring loyalty from one's subordinates and treating them the way you wish to be treated. For this to happen, a leader "must lay solid foundations, since otherwise he will be inevitably destroyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a nation, he says the main foundation is "good laws and good arms," but that one "cannot have the former without the latter, and where you have the latter, one is likely to have the former."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machiavelli also addresses the use of mercenaries in this passage. He firmly believes that a nation that depends on its own people to defend itself will always be successful, while a nation that relies on mercenaries will "have nothing but loss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "Machiavellian" has become shorthand for evil, cunning and unscupulous behavior, but in this selection, Machiavelli comes off as someone making good sense by making the almost too obvious conclusion that leaders must have the loyalty of their underlings and that justice and fair play is the best way to achieve this. Treat them badly and make decisions not in their best interests, and a leader is doomed to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who has to be bribed or coerced into obedience is not likely to be a person who can be counted on when the going gets tough. Every human ultimately acts out of self-interest, but loyalty usually comes from a belief that the leader you put your faith in is someone who is worthy of trust, makes sound decisions, is consistent and fair, possesses the skills to succeed and strives to instill them in his subordinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machiavelli understood this. Cunning is useful at times, but it is no substitute for the principles of sound leadership.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-1800651324834672611?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/1800651324834672611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=1800651324834672611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1800651324834672611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1800651324834672611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-1-princes-today-and-yesterday.html' title='October 1: Princes Today and Yesterday (Vol. 36, pp. 36-44)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-914589137275100163</id><published>2009-09-30T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:33:02.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 30: A Gentleman According To Emerson (Vol. 5, pp. 199-208)</title><content type='html'>Compared to the clarity of Confucius, Emerson is obtuse and a bit foppish in today's reading, an attempt to set down the precepts of what makes a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he does have a point when he writes that "The gentleman is a man of truth, lord of his own actions, and expressing that lordship in his behavior, not in any manner dependent and servile either on persons, or opinions, or possessions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This certainly follows along with Confucius' ideas, but I don't believe, as Emerson does, that gentlemen are a combination of a code of fashion and manner of behavior that's generally agreed upon by the elite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Emerson believes that "in politics and in trade, bruisers and pirates are of better promise than talkers and clerks," I don't necessarily agree that force is a prerequisite for success. All in all, this piece is not prime Emerson, and has a Victorian fustiness about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-914589137275100163?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/914589137275100163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=914589137275100163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/914589137275100163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/914589137275100163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-30-gentleman-according-to.html' title='September 30: A Gentleman According To Emerson (Vol. 5, pp. 199-208)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-472040685500775342</id><published>2009-09-29T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T05:57:16.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 29: Prophet of 400 Million People (Vol. 44, pp. 5-14)</title><content type='html'>It's interesting that the editors of The Harvard Classics led off their two volumes of sacred writings of the world's major religions with Confucius. Packed in this reading is the code to how a true learned person should behave in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Listen much, keep silent when in doubt, and always take heed of the tongue; thou wilt make few mistakes. See much, beware of pitfalls, and always give heed to thy walk; thou wilt have little to rue. If thy words are seldom wrong, thy deeds leave little to rue, pay will follow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Study without thought is vain: thought without study is dangerous.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Who contains himself goes seldom wrong.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Gentlemen cherish worth; the vulgar cherish dirt. ... Gentlemen trust in justice; the vulgar trust in favour. ... A gentleman considers what is right; the vulgar consider what will pay. ... The chase of gain is rich in hate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " A gentleman wishes to be slow to speak and quick to act."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Without truth I know not how a man can live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “A gentleman has nine aims. To see clearly; to understand what he hears; to be warm in manner, dignified in bearing, faithful of speech, painstaking at work; to ask when in doubt; in anger to think of difficulties; in sight of gain to remember right.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Be not concerned at want of place; be concerned that thou stand thyself. Sorrow not at being unknown, but seek to be worthy of note."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility. A love of knowledge. Awareness of one's faults and a desire to improve upon oneself. A concern for others. These are values Confucius set down more than 2,500 years ago, but are sadly in short supply in the modern world. It would be a vastly different place if his precepts were heeded by those in public life today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even Confucius wasn't always honored in his time. The last two decades of his life were spent in exile outside the power centers of his time, and his advice was ignored by the emperors. It was only after his death that Confucius was restored to his rightful place as one of the great teachers of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live a life devoted to truth is to live a life of constant disappointment. The things that Confucius taught weren't invented by him, he merely distilled universal truths, clarified them and passed them on to all who were willing to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, humility gets confused with weakness, stoicism with lack of feeling, selflessness with being a sucker for others. The Confucian ideal is seen as a losers game in a cutthroat world. But it remains the right path to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-472040685500775342?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/472040685500775342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=472040685500775342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/472040685500775342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/472040685500775342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-29-prophet-of-400-million.html' title='September 29: Prophet of 400 Million People (Vol. 44, pp. 5-14)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-7386265352219173376</id><published>2009-09-28T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T05:59:17.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 28: He Introduced The Germ (Vol. 38, pp. 364-370)</title><content type='html'>Louis Pasteur died this day in 1895, so to mark this occasion, we have a paper that Pasteur delivered to the French Academy of Sciences on April 29, 1878. As with any academic paper, the writing is dry, but the information it contains -- "the theory of spontaneous generation is chimerical" and that diseases did not just pop up out of nowhere -- was a huge advance in science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasteur had been dead barely 15 years when Dr. Eliot selected his work for Volume 38, a compendium of scientific papers. But even in 1909, Pasteur's place in the pantheon of science was secure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The introduction to Pasteur's works says it all: "In respect to the number and importance, practical as well as scientific, of his discoveries, Pasteur has hardly a rival in the history of science. He may be regarded as the founder of modern stereo-chemistry; and his discovery that living organisms are the cause of fermentation is the basis of the whole modern germ-theory of disease and of the antiseptic method of treatment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasteur was one of a group of scientists in the 19th century that broke ground in diverse areas. It was not so much a triumph of scientific principles over forklore and superstition as it was the triumph of reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost seems quaint now to think that people once had respect for science and the scientific method. In our world today, where facts are perceived to have a political bias and scientific studies routinely get slanted to fit the economic, social and political views of the moment, faith in scientific progress has waned. But that faith in necessary for human progress, Reason, bolstered by fact, must prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a terrifying thought that life is at the mercy of the multiplication of these minute bodies, it is a consoling hope that Science will always remain powerless before such enemies." Pasteur was writing about germs, but that statement could also be applied toward every force that seems determined to block progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-7386265352219173376?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/7386265352219173376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=7386265352219173376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7386265352219173376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/7386265352219173376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-28-he-introduced-germ-vol-38.html' title='September 28: He Introduced The Germ (Vol. 38, pp. 364-370)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-6659528992689280586</id><published>2009-09-27T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:15:56.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 27: Pascal's Fundamentals of Religion (Vol. 48. pp. 181-192)</title><content type='html'>On this day in 1647, Pascal and Descartes sat down for a conversation. To have France's two greatest philosophers in the same room is one of those "I wish there was a tape of that" moments in history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's selection covers what Pascal thought were the two main truths of Christianity: "That there is a God whom men can know, and that there is a corruption in their nature which renders them unworthy of Him. It is equally important to men to know both these points; and it is equally dangerous for man to know God without knowing his own wretchedness, and to know his own wretchedness without knowing the Redeemer who can free him from it. The knowledge of only one of these points gives rise either to the pride of philosophers, who have known God, and not their own wretchedness, or to the despair of atheists, who know their own wretchedness, but not the Redeemer. And, as it is alike necessary to man to know these two points, so is it alike merciful of God to have made us know them. The Christian religion does this; it is in this that it consists."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-6659528992689280586?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/6659528992689280586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=6659528992689280586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6659528992689280586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/6659528992689280586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-27-pascals-fundamentals-of.html' title='September 27: Pascal&apos;s Fundamentals of Religion (Vol. 48. pp. 181-192)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-1466322086280110920</id><published>2009-09-26T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:50:31.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 26: And The World Rocked With Laughter (Vol. 14, pp. 29-35)</title><content type='html'>Cervantes' "Don Quixote" went into print this day in 1604, which warrants another selection from that masterpiece. There are not many novels that still stand up after four centuries and is known in the popular culture even by people who've never read it. Granted, it took a hit Broadway musical to do that, but "Don Quixote" still resonates today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-1466322086280110920?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/1466322086280110920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=1466322086280110920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1466322086280110920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/1466322086280110920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-26-and-world-rocked-with.html' title='September 26: And The World Rocked With Laughter (Vol. 14, pp. 29-35)'/><author><name>Randolph T. Holhut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08038652496818723308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793932108970812318.post-3011809179867415052</id><published>2009-09-25T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T05:49:44.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 25: A Courtship of Twenty Years (Vol. 25, pp. 116-120, 149)</title><content type='html'>English philosopher John Stewart Mill fell hard for the wife of a friend at a young. Mill patiently waited 20 years until her first husband died beforehe  finally married the woman he loved more than any other. He tells the story today in his "Autobiography."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8793932108970812318-3011809179867415052?l=hclassics15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/feeds/3011809179867415052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8793932108970812318&amp;postID=3011809179867415052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3011809179867415052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8793932108970812318/posts/default/3011809179867415052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hclassics15.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-25-courtship-of-twenty-years.html' title='September 25: A Courtship of Twenty Years (Vol. 25, pp. 116-120, 149)'/><author><name>Randolph T. 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