"Oh, now you're taking me illiterally." Way Out West
Ed. Note: In the miry slough that is WHH, such a place as cannot be mended, we encountered the bumbling Stan Laurel of liturgiology on his impossible quest for a scholarly reputation. There we saw that among the many failings that bar his way to the Wicket Gate leading to academic esteem is his less-than-adequate Latinity.
Recently, we were astonished to learn that our blunderer was a pilgrim once in another region of Traddieland, at a time when he was against the Thục lineage before he was for it. There, on one "historic" occasion, he waxed bold enough to sneer at the aged archbishop's Latin. Therefore, we decided to see for ourselves whether his critical acumen was sharper than his dull, practical understanding of the language. (Preview: it wasn't.)
Inasmuch as the study is more detailed than the space we have for a post, we gave Reader #3 a separate page, with the same title as this post. Just click here to read "Pilgrim's Fine Mess."
Merry Christmas!
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