KINKTOBER DAY 10

Oct. 21st, 2017 06:43 pm
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A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!
This masterlist is getting long - after today, it'll be under a cut.

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)

Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging

Entitlement (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

Day 5: Day 5: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap

Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)

Day 6: 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)

Knotty Wood (Lord of the Rings, Merry/Pippin/Treebeard)

Day 7: 7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing

The Gentleman Thief (Sherlock, Irene/Mary)

8. Latex | Roleplay | Deep-Throating/Face-Sitting (I USED ALL THREE!)

Forensic Protocol (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

9. Day 9: 9. Asphyxiation | Lingerie | Frottage (I USED ALL THREE AGAIN!)

Five Minutes in Purgatory (Sherlock, Eurus Holmes/Jim Moriarty)

10. 10. Edgeplay | Gun Play | Fucking Machine

Money Shot (Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty, in Sherlock’s Mind Bordello)

“It’s only really edgeplay if it’s loaded.”

“It is,” Sherlock said. He knew this not because of the revolver’s weight or how it was handled - but because of who handled it. Who was kneeling, licking the barrel and drawing it in and out of his mouth, obscenely.

Moriarty - Jim - seemed reluctant to let it go. “You know there’s only one in the chamber, too. It’s already crossed my mind - (for when he bent low Sherlock could see the back of his head blown out). Perhaps it will cross yours too.”

“Russian Roulette,” Sherlock snapped, pulse pounding.

“You’re as good at the obvious as your…biographer. Pity your illustrator isn’t here to draw you taking this gun out of my mouth and putting your cock in there instead. Only thing you’ve got to lose is something you don’t value much anyway. Either way. I like this gun. It’s tasty. And you like to suck, too.”

Sherlock’s eyes narrowed, calculating. “The cabbie. The pills. That was a message. Two rounds. Click click.”

“Or click-bang,” Jim said, languidly. “Or click-bang-suck-OH. I know what your semen smells like. It’s all over your bed. You’ve been thinking of me, you naughty boy.”

“We both get orgasms, lucky one gets a dead enemy?”

“Bring that cock here and try it. You’re gonna love having your mind blown.”
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Okay, this guy is clearly in a state of confusion: I’m in a kind of love triangle and am so confused about what to do.

But, really:

It has got to a point now that I have told my girlfriend that we need to have a break so I can sort myself out. She has moved out and I do miss her a lot.... The space away from my girlfriend, I hope, would make me realise that she is the one for me and come back to her in a happier place where I feel I can be happy and give 100%.

Whereas she is probably busily blocking his number and any contact they have on social media and telling her friends not to pass any details on.

I mean, I think Annalisa Barbieri is right that probably neither of these women is The One and he is just trying to make one of them The One because he wants to Settle Down, but I do wonder if at least the girlfriend, if not the ex, is going to wait around for him to get his head together, and it's not so much a question of he should break up with both of them, but that he is likely to find himself broken up with.

Let him go, let him tarry:

Lipstick Red

Oct. 21st, 2017 04:15 am
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I reread The Silver Chair last night, for the first time since I was a child (I'd love to know where my copy got to), and my inchoate anger at Lewis seems to have coalesced into this triple drabble on the problem of Susan...

Lipstick Red )

[Also at AO3]

Spam spam spammity-spam

Oct. 20th, 2017 07:39 pm
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Or, I have just been followed on Twitter by 3 people who are the same person, and I do not think there is anything holy about having 3 Twitter identities which are all touting your book/s.

I am also mildly beset by people who, having by some means or other found my website, and discovering something there moderately pertinent to their interests (sometimes, I swear, it is Just One Word in the middle of text), email me offering to 'contribute' or begging me to link to their pages, or add in their link collections, without actually considering what the various bits of my site are doing.

E.g. on my - not even this year's, several years back - listing of my Quotations of the Week, is one which alludes to [problem] - which I probably posted originally because it was neatly turned and complete in itself and not because I have an overwhelming interest in [problem]. This is really not an appropriate venue for a link to somebody's site which is All About [Problem]. Point Thahr Misst.

Indeed, more or less equivalent to, if I had the famous quote attrib Mrs Patrick Campbell re the hurly-burly of the chaise-longue, sending me their list of links to custom makers of high quality chaises longues.

And they do not give up: there is one person who has been positively badgering me, even though I have ignored their email except to mark it as junk, because, for extremely personal reasons, I have a link to a UK charity dealing with [condition], to add in their set of links relating to [condition] which seem entirely US-related, several of them dealing with issues around healthcare which are still - so far - irrelevant in the UK context.

My site is a small, personal, and carefully curated site dealing with various interests of my own and not exactly inundated with hits, except when some media outlet links to certain pages.

Y O Y?

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And I suspect that it is Very Much Not Done to yell 'Speak up' or 'Use the Mike' when someone is giving an important formal lecture signifying professional advancement.

Maybe my hearing is getting even worse than I thought? Or maybe that lecture theatre has really crap acoustics.

(Speaker is a lovely person who does lovely work, and I bought the book that was also being launched and had it signed, but I was really rather frustrated by the actual lecture.)

But at least there were some really lovely visuals which were entirely relevant to the topic on hand.

Also put in a bit of a strop by the young person who checked my name off the list, and said 'join the queue', waving in the opposite direction to where it turned out the relevant queue was forming.

But I did see two people I knew (besides speaker) and did a little bit of catch-up with them, so I have socialed more than I recently have.

10/18/2017 Meeker Slough

Oct. 18th, 2017 04:12 pm
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High tide was at noon, so when I got to So 51st St about 1:30 it was still a bit early in terms of exposed shoreline; two hours later there were more visible shorebirds but the sun angle was crap. That's shorter days for you. Still, not winter yet: )

Walking back to So 51st St I had an experience that reminded me of the butterfly migration a couple weeks ago. Gulls began appearing from the east southeast, evenly spaced over a wide area, uniformly not very high, and soared out over the Bay. I don't think they were landing on the spit opposite, although I admit I was so fascinated I didn't watch to see; they were definitely not landing anywhere short of there and I had the impression they just kept flying. They seemed to materialize out of the haze in front of the hills, and I have no idea where they came from. The reservoirs in Contra Costa? A pond this side of the hills? The Delta? Many of them were small gulls, possibly mews, but as the wave continued I saw the lots of ring-bills as well as Californias and westerns. More than a hundred, I'd guess.

KINKTOBER DAY 9

Oct. 18th, 2017 02:52 pm
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A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)

Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging

Entitlement (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

Day 5: Day 5: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap

Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)

Day 6: 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)

Knotty Wood (Lord of the Rings, Merry/Pippin/Treebeard)

Day 7: 7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing

The Gentleman Thief (Sherlock, Irene/Mary)

8. Latex | Roleplay | Deep-Throating/Face-Sitting (I USED ALL THREE!)

Forensic Protocol (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

9. Day 9: 9. Asphyxiation | Lingerie | Frottage (I USED ALL THREE AGAIN!)

Five Minutes in Purgatory (Sherlock, Eurus Holmes/Jim Moriarty)

He straightens his suit as her eyes burn through his shell. “I’m your Christmas present.” His mouth has gone dry. She’s beyond perfect, the essence of pure Holmesness wrapped in a shroud of witchcraft. “What’s mine?” He already knows. It’s that he feels alive in her presence, because he is afraid.

She briefly parts the white shirt of her pyjamas to show the peep of a camisole. Prada. The latest Fall collection. Oh, the implications. He comes as close to the glass as he dares, and then closer, and then their bodies nearly meld through it. She begins to whisper. He’s trembling. He’s hard. She speaks of drowning. He feels the pressure in his lungs.

He’ll joke about Darth Vader but the idea of being choked by remote used to make him hard and shooting off embarrassingly fast.

She curls her white hand against the glass as she dances with him, slow and lewd. She clutches her fist at the knot of his tie, and the glass is still there, he’s sure of it, but somehow he feels her heat against his chest, her face nuzzling, her thighs pressing, and his necktie tightening at her command although it’s his own hand pulling. His come smears the glass as he slides to his knees, consumed with joy as his vision goes black.

10/18/2017 Inspiration Trail

Oct. 18th, 2017 11:00 am
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This time of year there's little point to going out before sunrise, so it's easy for me to get up too early and then leave too early because why hang about at home? Anyway, I got to Inspiration Point before the sun topped the hills to the east and things were quiet at first, but it wasn't long before it was shining on the trail and waking up the birds. I had a tough time with raptors, just not fast enough to get definitive looks, but I think I had northern harrier, Cooper's hawk, and possibly a barn owl; I disturbed it twice and STILL had no good look. The bird was fairly light colored even in the shade (too light for a harrier, which has a somewhat owl-like face), utterly silent, and I had the impression of a facial disk. But to imagine the best bit of the morning, take a look at this toyon tree )

and then imagine it populated by five or so western bluebirds joined by the same number of cedar waxwings. I was so happy. Fall east of the ridge: )

I also saw a very healthy-looking coyote.

Wednesday says Happy Diwali

Oct. 18th, 2017 05:21 pm
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What I read

Ingested two David Wishart Corvinus mysteries, Trade Secrets (2016) and Foreign Bodies (2016) - Severn House having finally decided, it seems, to come down at some point to a price for their ebooks that is more or less comparable with mass market paperbacks rather than hardcover. These were pretty much the mixture as usual - combination of what seems to me pretty solid knowledge of what Rome and its Empire was like at the period, with upper-crust Roman sleuth cracking wise and somewhat anachronistic as the bodies pile up. There is probably a rule with extended series like this that if you haven't given up somewhere along the line, you will as a matter of habit pick up succeeding episodes as they come along.

Tremontaine Series 3, Episode 1. Interested to see where this is going to go.

Discovered by entire chance that there is an ebook of short stories about Rosemary Edghill's Bast, Failure of Moonlight: The Collected Bast Shorter Works (2012), which I had not known about and gulped down. This led me to a binge re-read of the 3 Bast mysteries - set in the world of contemporary Wicca/Paganism of the 1990s - :Speak Daggers to Her (1995), Book of Moons (1995) and The Bowl of Night (1996). I thought these held up pretty well, though possibly more for their evocation of a particular time, place and subculture, and Bast's own moral ambivalence, than for the mystery plots. In an essay appended to the shorter works she wonders if these will be what she is remembered for, eventually: she's written quite a lot in various genres under various names. I see that when I reread the space-opera trilogy Butterfly and Hellflower, written as eluki bes shahar, I felt it had rather lost its shiny. There were also, I think, some rather generic fantasy works and collaborations with Mercedes Lackey which have pretty much faded from memory, and I'm not sure I ever read any of her romances.

On the go

Only Sexual Forensics which got a bit back-burnered lately.

Up Next

The next episode of Tremontaine Season 3. Maybe Ruthanne Emrys, Winter Tide, which I have heard good things about, and is at present very briefly a giveaway from Tor. Also, have received some more v srs books from An Academic Publisher for reviewing a proposal (when offered this, I specifically look for books which are hideously expensive destined for university library editions that I would not buy for myself).

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This is a fandom charity auction organized by @hansbekhart to benefit ConPRmetidos, an organization working to raise money for long-term help for Puerto Rico.

It works a lot like Fandom Trumps Hate: you bid on fan creators for the works of your dreams, and winning bidders donate directly to the organization.

The main site is [community profile] fandomlovespuertorico. There you’ll find indexed lists of fan writers, fan artists, other types of fan works, organized by fandom if you want to shop (and of course you do.)

My sign-up link is here, this is where you go to bid on what I’m offering!

I am offering: Fic, 5k to 10k
Quantity: 2
Minimum bid: $25 each
What fandoms I create for: Sherlock BBC, major works of Tolkien (LOTR, the Hobbit, the Silmarillion). Other fandoms I’ve written for in the past negotiable.
Would love to do: For Sherlock, my favorite ships are Johnlock, Johnlockary, Marene (and other femslash ships), Johnlockolly. I’m willing to try other rare pairs and threesomes - Sherlock is my ‘little black dress’ character. I love kinkfic and AUs. Feel free to ask about a new story in the universe of any story or series I’ve written before, or a crossover with any other fandom I’ve written. For Tolkien, any ship I’ve written in the past is available. My specialties seem to be rarepairs, xeno, villains, Ainur, and sexually adventurous hobbits - try me!
Will not do: Major character death (unless in reference to a canon death), scat, sex involving children, non-con (except under very limited circumstances).
Additional Info: Good Omens also a possibility but might have to wait until I’m done with the Holiday Exchange (I’m a mod and a participant).
How I can be contacted: absentia.vulgarweed [at] gmail [dot] com or Tumblr (email preferred; Tumblr eats messages)
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Last week I had the pneumococcal vaccine, courtesy of what is still, mostly, a beneficient National Health Service.

Unlike the flu shot, it is a one-off and should, as they say, See Me Out.

However, while I tend not to have any repercussions from the flu shot, this one gave me a sore arm, like, really sore for 2-3 days and still quite tender after that, as well a day or two feeling Vaguely Crap, that well-known unspecific medical condition.

Thought this was All Over, but this morning, discovered I had a Sore Armpit. Don't know whether this is a final repercussion, a muscle I pulled and didn't realise, or, since partner had something yesterday that might have been a virus and involved various aches and pains, whether it is that, though on the whole I would say I feel a good deal less Vaguely Crap than a few days ago.

A general condition of Slob-Out was declared and has not yet quite terminated.

KINKTOBER DAY 8

Oct. 17th, 2017 01:56 am
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A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)

Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging

Entitlement (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

Day 5: Day 5: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap

Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)

Day 6: 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)

Knotty Wood (Lord of the Rings, Merry/Pippin/Treebeard)

Day 7: 7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing

The Gentleman Thief (Sherlock, Irene/Mary)

8. Latex | Roleplay | Deep-Throating/Face-Sitting (I USED ALL THREE!)

Forensic Protocol (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

“My partner, John Watson, is dead.”

Sherlock kept his voice even as he adjusted the camera for the optimal angle, to capture the squeaking and snapping as he donned the latex gloves (black, powder-free, extended cuff), stretching them past his wrists.

John lay sprawled across the rug, nude, limbs askew and head lolled to one side. Sherlock crawled over him, speaking to the camera. “No sign of violence or resistance. Possibly sedated, will take blood sample.”

John shivered only slightly as the long gloved fingers skimmed his skin, probing and testing, tickling and stinging as the soft hairs of his body caught on the rubber. Sherlock had started collecting latex gloves (from delicate finger cots to past-the-elbow affairs for the opera or horse-fisting) once he learned that John loved to see his beautiful hands encased snugly, to touch without touching, a layer of medical distance between them as if John were just … a body.

John was getting hard even before Sherlock examined his neck and slowly circled his rubbery fingers around John’s mouth, gently opening his jaw. “Evidence of slight abrasion on the lips,” Sherlock told the camera. “Possible cause of death, asphyxiation by repeated insertion of a cylindrical object. Like this-” he said, his breath at last growing heavy as he straddled John’s shoulders and loosened his straining trouser button.

10/13 - 10/15/2017 Monte Toyon, Aptos

Oct. 16th, 2017 03:47 pm
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I didn't do much birding at Fall dance weekend, in part because I didn't anticipate which classes I would bail on and thus have time to go up into the woods. Saturday morning there were warblers in the just-sunlit redwoods outside the dining hall, but I didn't have my bins. I suspect yellow-rumps, myrtle subspecies, by chip note but there were waaaay up there. That afternoon I walked up to the rhododendron garden with bins, but the sun was gone from the canyon and all I got were chickadees, Steller's jays, and a couple of fox sparrows.

But if going off to find birds didn't work out, the birds of camp sometimes found me. There were a couple wrentits "purring" in the mass of sprouts and other vegetation around the base of a redwood just beside the dining hall, so close to people but not in fact with much traffic. I was awakened Sunday morning by a hermit thrush chupping outside our window, and I saw several others along the edges of the footpaths. I heard a great horned owl once, and acorn woodpeckers many times. But the best thing there is Pacific wren. They're right there in camp, skulking in the many clumps of redwood sprouts, double-chipping wildly at passers by and occasionally popping up to look. Pacific wrens are tiny brown birds that generally keep to the underbrush, and seeing a couple, or one several times, was a great treat. An extremely short list: )

A longer list than I expected. There were deer wandering the edges of camp, in varying sizes, horned and otherwise, and unfamiliar-sounding squirrels in the trees. The first year I birded there I spent ages trying to discover what bird made that weird sound; at least now I know better.

KINKTOBER DAY 7

Oct. 16th, 2017 05:48 pm
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A 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!

Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs

A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)

Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)

A Firm Footing (Sherlock, Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes)

Day 3: 3. Public | Biting | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

Chelicerae (The Silmarillion, Thuringwethil/Ungoliant)

Day 4: 4. Bukakke | Knife Play | Begging

Entitlement (Sherlock, Sherlock/John)

Day 5: Day 5: 5. Humiliation | Cuckolding | Body Swap

Double Dare (Sherlock, Sherlock/Mary/John)

Day 6: 6. Size Difference | Bondage | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)

Knotty Wood (Lord of the Rings, Merry/Pippin/Treebeard)

Day 7: 7. Creampie | Worship (Body, etc) | Cross-dressing

The Gentleman Thief (Sherlock, Irene/Mary)

The armed security guard stood at alert rest, hands crossed behind in a strict military manner. No one at the museum wanted to take risks on a recurrence of the AGRA incident, not with the crown jewels of Narrativistan on loan for a limited engagement.

A lean dapper gentleman strode down the hall to the vault with the aura of one who belonged there. The guard alone knew that he didn’t - and looked askance at another guard who wasn’t quite right. It wouldn’t matter. The cameras would be off when they needed to be.

And such was Irene’s daring that she wriggled half out of her Westwood wool and showed sage-green skin-caressing silk, her male-manicured hands slithering into Mary’s uniform trousers right there in the vault. Mary thought she’d be the one who couldn’t keep her hands off Irene - smart tailoring of that suit seeming to change her whole body shape and give her natural air of dominance a masculine flavour. But it was Irene who seemed impatient. “The jewels are safe, pet,” she purred. “In the safest place. Well, safe from anyone but you.”

The cocky effect was dazzling as Irene pushed Mary against the steel wall and opened her shirt and waistcoat, pressing her breasts against Mary’s cheap uniform. “Suits suit you,” Mary murmured.

“Suits you to look butch.”

Pathetic fallacy in search of a story

Oct. 16th, 2017 03:55 pm
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There has been the most ominous-looking light over north London for several hours now - a sort of copper colour. The sky is covered by a greyish cloud with wisps of whiter cloud drifting across it.

No rain, a bit of a breeze wafting through the trees in the street, but so far, nothing stronger.

The effect is somewhat John Martin-esque, or possibly requiring figures to run through the pocket park behind the house crying 'Heathcliff!' 'Cathy!'. Or at least, the foreshadowingly brooding overture to such.

I assume this is something to do with Hurricane Ophelia, even if so far this part of England is not supposed to be affected. This morning when I went shopping it was sunny and unusually warm, but I put that down to the Little Summer of St Luke.

Culinary

Oct. 15th, 2017 08:18 pm
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This week's bread: the Blake/Collister My Favourite Loaf, white spelt/wholemeal/einkorn flour, made up with the remains of the buttermilk.

Saturday breakfast rolls: the adaptable soft roll recipe, 4:1 white spelt/buckwheat flour, maple sugar, dried blueberries.

Today's lunch: New Zealand venison loin medallions, panfried in butter, served with sweet potato oven fries, cauliflower florets roasted in pumpkin seed oil with cumin seeds (I think these could have done either with being cooked a bit longer, or broken up into smaller pieces), fennel cut into thinnish strips, healthy-grilled in olive oil, and splashed with elderflower vinegar.

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Oh, David Mitchell, I normally like and approve of your columns, but this one?

Our forebears’ unquestioning belief in a higher power gave them a confidence that it’s hard not to envy.

Which made me think of pretty much all societies, 'throughout history', where just because there was a belief in a higher power didn't mean that there wasn't massive conflict over: who was the real higher power and how best to worship that higher power. And even when there was a generally accepted overall belief system, there are differences within between schools of thought and practice (cf persecution of Christians or Muslims who are not of the predominant category within a particular nation). Heretics get persecuted at least as much as infidels.

And you may like to think

I know in my heart that had I been brought up in such a setting – say, in Anglican Victorian England – I wouldn’t have quibbled with those answers and would’ve been comforted by them.

That would Anglican Victorian England which a) pretty much invented the concept of honest doubt and b) within the C of E, massive conflicts between High and Low Church, no? Not so cosy.

Paging Mr Blake and the Ever-Lasting Gospel. Written at the same time that a large number of actual clergymen had gone into that line of work because they were the third son and it was a living, and why would anyone trouble themselves over the 39 Articles? and it gave them plenty of time off for hunting.

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