Julian, 49

Julian presiding at a conference of Sectarians (Edward Armitage, 1875)   Julian Augustus Even today, Prohaeresius is a man I greatly admire. I say “even today” because he is a Galilean and has opposed my edict forbidding Galileans to teach the classics. Though I went out of my way to exempt him from this ban,…

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Darkening Age, 18

Editor’s Note: The recent Occidental Observer article ‘Words Like Violence: The Left’s Total War on Freedom of Speech’ which reproduces a segment of the book of Richard Houck, is good for the normie to wake up to the fact that we are living in the darkest hour of the West. In the comments section of…

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Julian, 48

Julian presiding at a conference of Sectarians (Edward Armitage, 1875)   Priscus: You will be aware of a number of ironies in what you have just read. The unspeakable Gregory is due to preside over the new Ecumenical Council. They say he will be the next bishop of Constantinople. How satisfying to glimpse this noble…

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Julian, 47

Julian presiding at a conference of Sectarians (Edward Armitage, 1875)   “Who is this?” Standing over us was a slender girl, with black intelligent eyes and a mouth that was as quick to sneer as to smile. Gregory introduced us; he said that I was from Cappadocia. She was Macrina, a niece of Prohaeresius. “I…

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Julian, 46

Editor’s note: I am relocating the below post, already published last Sunday, to this Sunday to make a point. Gregory of Nazianzus was a ‘saint’ that has been mentioned several times in this site, especially in Karlheinz Deschner’s historical series. But scholarly writing lacks the vitality of a literary recreation of an epoch. That is…

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Julian, 46

Julian presiding at a conference of Sectarians (Edward Armitage, 1875)   As I stood there looking up at the tarry shields, a youth approached me. He was bearded; his clothes were dirty; he wore a student’s cloak and he looked a typical New Cynic of the sort I deplore. I have recently written at considerable…

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Julian, 45

Julian presiding at a conference of Sectarians (Edward Armitage, 1875)   Just inside the wall of the city, I left my driver. Then like one who has gone to sleep over a book of history, I stepped into the past. I stood now on that ancient highway—known simply as The Road—which leads from gate to…

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Julian, 44

Julian presiding at a conference of Sectarians (Edward Armitage, 1875)   The driver indicated a large ruin to the right. “Hadrian,” he said. “Hadrian Augustus.” Like all travellers, I am used to hearing guides refer to my famous predecessor. Even after two centuries he is the only emperor every man has heard of—because of his…

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Julian, 42

Julian presiding at a conference of Sectarians (Edward Armitage, 1875)   VII I arrived at Piraeus, the port of Athens, shortly after sunrise 5 August 355. I remember every one of the forty-seven days I spent in Athens. They were the happiest of my life, so far. It was a windy dawn. In the east,…

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Julian, 41

Julian presiding at a conference of Sectarians (Edward Armitage, 1875) Two days later, I was visited by the Grand Chamberlain himself. I found it hard to believe that this enchanting creature with his caressing voice and dimpled smile was daily advising the Consistory to execute me. He quite filled the small apartment where I had…

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