After the afterglow

Through a friend at work, at our dreary little job in the bondmen’s trading house, who that day, somehow had a bit of money, notably so, as this was Depression Paris, I came to commit a sin that had no name to tell the priest after.

Through my friend,  I was invited to a country club one afternoon where I met a girl who floored me with her feet.

That night, she wore a wonderful, magical, yet, at first seedy, little dress that kept changing before my eyes, to a dance I attended with her, and although she did not seem to be the same girl from the afternoon, that seemed to fit the theme of the place, a theme of magical, mysterious,  beauty of all sorts, so her being perhaps another girl, mean’t nothing as she was so gorgeous, soft and delightful.

After the dance, she sent me to the moon, a place I’d never been and only thought existed in books and poems.

Somehow, as by legerdemain, all the girls at the dance were beautiful, in many different ways, yet of course you and I know most girls are not beautiful nor are most girl’s dresses.

Now, in the dawn’s hazy half-light, we stand, nervous, strangers, shuffling, our eyes not meeting, headed on our separate ways, half remembering, what the priests will later come calling, our grave mortal sin, that will of course for both of us need confessing, later, but for now, forgetting, at least for me, the name of the girl in the frenzied theater of our long night’s sin, wildly tumbling, I instead racing, back to the familiar, dreary bondsmen’s house, myself losing, for a another day busily counting, money to other men ever, belonging.

But, then, this was Paris, in the 1930’s, before the war, before the horror, when all sorts of things seemed possible, even a sin with no name, and yet, even then, after the afterglow, there simply was not very much to say.

There never is:

Very much to say.

After the afterglow.



  • Mortal man holds to fleeting, feeble and fallible opinion.  God holds to immutable fact.
  • The rich man ought not be taxed at all~~he ought be compelled to employ and train the poor man~~directly~~personally.
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    The principal need in America today is~~financial and industrial De-Globalization~~to facilitate the promotion of the possibility for the average man to get and keep a good job with good benefits paid by the employer~~as was done not very long ago.~~


    ~~Bene Nati, Bene Vestiti, Et Mediocriter Docti~~

    ~~La crema y nata~~


    ~~Artista de la conquista~


    ~~In sunshine and in shadow~~I hold tight to the Republican view of time and money~~I write night and day~~yet~~while impecunious~~I am vastly overpaid~~in that taking pay to do what I love is unfair~~to my employer~~in a fair system~~under such circumstances~~I should pay him~~not he me~~I am far, far too old a man to be sexually confused~~praise Jesus~~but I am yet young enough to be politically confused~~is anyone not~~in an absolute sense~~I am a Catholic Royalist~~in a practical sense~~I am a Classical Liberal~~a Gaullist~~a Bonapartist~~an American Nationalist  Republican~~in either sense~~my head is soon for the chopping block~~to hasten my interlude with Madame La Guillotine~~I write without fear~and without favor of~any man~~ 
    Finis Origine Pendet…
    The escape commences…
    September, 1957
    Saint Jane Frances de Chantal Catholic parochial school, called, by anyone of any background, simply: “Chan~al,” a place where, of an autumn day in 1957, school,  for me,  began and ended in the first convening of the first grade in which a tiny nun, one Sister Dom Bosco, appeared before me, just behind the window appearing at far left of this photograph, and piped out this: “I may be small, but so then, is the Atom Bomb.”
    My determination to escape school commenced immediately on hearing about this Atom Bomb business and took 16 dicey and arduous years to finally accomplish.~~
    Non Sibi
    The escape continues…
    September, 1966
    The Cathedral Latin School
    Finis Origine Pendet~
      ~~Κύριε ἐλέησον~~

    Rejoice and Glad!!




    ~The Original Angry Bird~~The Catholic University of America Screaming Red Cardinal Mascot~~



    ~~EX LIBRIS~~

    Easter Thursday Morning  9th Avril , Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi, 2015


    Tweets: @jtdbegg
    "Jean-Marie Le Pen is a friend. He is dangerous for the political set because he's the only one who's sincere. He says out loud what many people think deep down, and what the politicians refrain from saying because they are either too demagogic or too chicken. Le Pen, with all his faults and qualities, is probably the only one who thinks about the interests of France before his own."~~
    French actor~~Alain Delon

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    Seal of The Catholic University of America

    Motto~~Deus Lux Mea Est~~

    Acta Est Fabula

    The escape concludes…


    The Catholic University Of America, Washington, District of Columbia.


    1976, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi.



    Acta Est Fabula.


    Deus Vult.


    ~~Our Ubiquitous Presence~~

    The Queen~~

    Our Queen now 63 years on~~

    Simply the best President we could ever hope to have~~

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