Léon Bloy, Translated by Joshua Hren
“It reeks of God, here!”
This rogue’s bit of gall was disgorged, like vomit, on the very lowly threshold of the Vincentian Missionary’s chapel, on the Rue de Sèvres, in 1879.
It was the first Sunday of Advent, and Parisian humanity was slogging its way to the Great Winter Circus.
That year, like so many others, had not been the year of the End of the World, and no one thought to be shocked. [Read more…]