Mass Hysteria

I’m just back from Europe where the New Ordo of the Mass is as confoundedly ubiquitous as it is just about anywhere else, I suppose. Back just in time to have missed Bernstein’s Mass and the inauguration of the Kennedy Center. I haven’t regretted missing anything so much since the day I couldn’t catch George McGovern’s Presidential candidacy announcement.

What am I going to say about Mass? you ask yourself. What am I to say about Mass? I ask myself. Is anyone saying anything about Mass? we ask ourselves. I don’t think so—embarrassment lies on the face of the land like egg. I haven’t been as embarrassed since my wife fell asleep at Parsifal. The demons of the absurd have been at work since I left the country—and a lot of people seem to have swallowed the draught, the wares, their tongues and gone slobbering into the streets.

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I’m just back from Europe where the New Ordo of the Mass is as confoundedly ubiquitous as it is just about anywhere else, I suppose. Back just in time to have missed Bernstein’s Mass and the inauguration of the Kennedy Center. I haven’t regretted missing anything so much since the day I couldn’t catch George McGovern’s Presidential candidacy announcement.

What am I going to say about Mass? you ask yourself. What am I to say about Mass? I ask myself. Is anyone saying anything about Mass? we ask ourselves. I don’t think so—embarrassment lies on the face of the land like egg. I haven’t been as embarrassed since my wife fell asleep at Parsifal. The demons of the absurd have been at work since I left the country—and a lot of people seem to have swallowed the draught, the wares, their tongues and gone slobbering into the streets.