Same lads. I wish the new world didn't have to be so intertwined with events on the other side of the globe but here we are.

Leaving is going to cause serious rifts at least for me, but I've been considering OCA parishes anyway and this might be the right time. Of course that's another contention of autocephaly between Moscow and Constantinople...

hello lads. I don't post here often but I sometimes lurk prayer requests. How do I get an Orthodox role?

thanks brother

Zacchaeus

"Anna was standing in the middle of a group of ladies and gentlemen all talking together. She was not wearing lilac, the colour which Kitty was so sure she ought to have worn, but a low-necked black velvet gown which displayed her full shoulders and bosom, that seemed carved out of old ivory, and her rounded arms with their delicate tiny wrists. Her dress was richly trimmed with Venetian lace. In her black hair, which was all her own, she wore a little wreath of pansies, and there were more pansies on the black ribbon winding through the white lace at her waist. Except for the wilful little curls that always escaped at her temples and on the nape of her neck, adding to her beauty, there was nothing remarkable about her coiffure. She wore a string of pearls round her firmly-modelled neck."

"Kitty had been seeing Anna every day and was in love with her, and always imagined her in lilac. But, seeing her now in black, she felt that she had never before realized all her charm. She saw her now in a new and quite unexpected light and realized that Anna could not have worn lilac, and that her charm lay precisely in the fact that she stood out from whatever she was wearing, that her dress was never conspicuous on her. And the black velvet, with its rich lace, was not at all conspicuous but served only as a frame. It was Anna alone, simple, natural, elegant, and at the same time gay and animated, whom one saw."

"There are men crouching down, with their faces hidden by their mantles. From time to time they utter sounds resembling a smothered bark. There are women also, sleeping with their foreheads resting upon their arms, and their arms supported by their knees; they are so hidden by their garments as to resemble heaps of cloth piled up at intervals against the wall. Near them are half naked children, whose persons swarm with vermin. They watch with idiotic stare the burning of the lamps; and nothing is done: all are waiting for something."

both authors wrote essays too but they are significantly less interesting to discuss with strangers

scrolling through the history of this channel, I get the impression there isn't much reading at all