“…But oftentimes less would not suffice for the agriculture of God…”  “There are three animals which seem,” writes Thomas De Quincey in Suspiria de Profundis, “beyond all others, to reflect the beauty of human infancy in two of its elements—viz. joy, and guileless innocence, though less in its third element of simplicity, because that requires language for its full expression: these three animals are the kitten, the lamb, and the fawn” (121). Though I would press back against De Quincey, arguing that, perhaps, these animals—if not all animals—reflect such beauty not owing to a lack of language but precisely because … Continue reading “Oh, Deep is the Ploughing of Grief…”: They Grieve’s To Which I Bore Witness