I am stuck. In the middle of an essay about the St Ælfheah (also known as Alphege, Alphage, Elfege, etc)incident, from the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle. The bit I am stuck on is about Rome and the translation of saint's bodies, and the idea that a saint's body can legitimise a city in the eyes of the Church (as in with St Mark in Venice). I'm using this idea to justify London's desire to keep Alphege (who was the first London martyr) at St Paul's. But I'm stretching the argument a bit thin, and I keep hitting walls. What's more, I've just had cheesecake from Waitrose which was delicious and now I can't stop thinking about it. I've already finished a paper about another London saint, St Erkenwald, and now this; I'm sick of saints, already! That's not true, I've actually discovered stuff I never knew. There's a LOT of Saints in the world, dudes. I looked on Catholic Forum. Apparently St Paul is the patron saint of tent-makers. St Patrick is not only patron of Ireland, but also Nigeria. And - I knew this one from my Old High German translations - Saint Isidore of Seville is the patron saint of the internet. He would have been proud.
Saints Necessarily So
17.4.05 00:36
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