And what if all of animated nature Be but organic Harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o’er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of all? It was another of those extraordinary enlivening events. It got them. It got Erma Planda of the golden body, and Judy Brindlesby of the sometime incredible hair. It got Lisetta Kerwin of the now shattered serenity; it got Rushmore and Hilary and Blase. Perhaps it had

It has been busy around here, with the purchasing of a new house, the packing, and the end of the academic semester and angry students, one of my jobs being to pour bureaucratic oil onto troubled water. Hence, the unusual silence on the blog. It all just happened to correspond to post 400. By my heterodox count (it includes pieces such as “Claudius and Charles”), there are 265 Lafferty short stories. At this point, I have written something about all but three of them, which m

Idolatry is distinguished from Image-worship by an undue finality. It rests in the relative as though it were the Absolute, worships the creature, the image and vehicle of the Divine Spirit, as though it were that Spirit. — E. I. Watkin, The Bow in the Clouds Here is one of the more complicated clusters in the Lafferty canon: four stories, all published in 1973, that form a sequence within The Men Who Knew Everything. The ongoing Centipede Press edition chose to break them up