Word: relics
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Pope Gregory XVI sent Georgetown University the holy bones of three Roman Catholic martyrs. Georgetown had tucked the boxes away without opening them. Out in the daylight for the first time in 91 years the bones-teeth, bits of jaw, tibia, femur-were placed in a handsome new relic room in St. William's Chapel. In each box was a time-yellowed "authentic" identifying the saints whose bones the relics once were: Theophilus, Vincentius and Aelius, pagan Romans who became Christian, were martyred about...
...Living B, Idha would be trained in a monastery. His family would immediately be raised to high rank, cared for by the State. In the case of the Dalai Lama, the method of choice was to confront the infant candidates with trinkets and toys among which were placed relics made holy by the previous Living Buddha. The child who touched a relic became the Dalai Lama. But no such method was used when, half a century ago, a Dalai Lama died. Instead, the abbot of the Golden Monastery picked a new one merely by beholding, in a chill Tibetan lake...
...Jupiter's altar, smashed the god's statue. For his deed his right foot was chopped off before he was executed. In the course of time he came to be venerated as St. Victor the Martyr by the Roman Catholic Church. Years later his foot, now a relic holy to many a French Catholic, was acquired by the Paris church of St. Nicolas du Chardonnet on the Left Bank. Last week St. Nicolas du Chardonnet mournfully announced that some prowling malefactor had stolen St. Victor's foot, posted a reward for its return...
...There is a curious tendency among many Maltese who have listened to Italianizing propaganda or suffered from a sort of snobbishness, to regard their ancient speech, which I believe to be a living relic of the language of Carthage, as a form of Arabic. Being good Catholics they easily got the idea that Maltese linked them with African infidels, while Italian linked them with Christian Europe. Against this tendency I have fought throughout my political life...
...observed from the above, this is a novel about England written by a Scot. What is more to the point, it is written by a Scot whose prize stock is a dour sense of satirical nuance. Mr. Macdonnell disguises himself as Donald Cameron, relic of the World War, unemployed Highlander, prospective author of a "book about England." If the skeleton is cumbrous, if humor finds oblivion in an hospitable close, there is enough flaunting of kills to satisfy the average reader. For some mysterious reason, Mr. Christopher Morley was asked to write an introduction...