The spring turkey woods are occupied by roaming bands of jakes — year-old males with strong mating urges but inferior body size.

Here language itself reflects the feeling that the divine pathos, the passion of the pathetic God who yearned to be known, presupposes as its correlate a theopathy in the human being whose God He is.

The Christian antiquities at Rome […] are so embroiled with fable and legend.

There is a powerful storm cell headed our way.