Excerpts From Aesthetical Sermons

Returning in spite of ourselves, we revisit a sermon once excerpted upon the request of our listeners. In this excerpt, we hear Joris' rendition of a well-loved tale.Transcription of Joris:Who were they? These pigs. These lightly-haired construers of architectural ingenuity and manufacturers of inhabitable poetry? They were a brotherhood, and it is said in parchments that smell of mould and millennia, that they wielded rare imaginative powers that spanned the very circumference of creation, and even, from time to time, piercing its gauzy membrane to gaze upon the sublimity of chaos. With what delicate care they arranged their artifacts, and with what subtlety they executed their construction, we can only dream—and only in the most tumultuous of dreams. But their contemporaries needed not dream, and with the gross regional prestige the brothers acquired, they quickly became visited by innumerable admirers, who flocked to gaze upon their works and to hear their poems deploying both pastoral and bestial themes.I