Sunday, February 3, 2013

On Property

Today is Sexagesima Sunday, sixty days before Sunday and the second Sunday before Lent. Today, in St. Cecilia Chapel, the Old Ivy Bach Chorale performs J.S. Bach's cantata BWV 126 Erhalt uns, Herr, bei deinem Wort (Uphold us, Lord, within thy word). Mrs. Dowager sings the Alto solo, a ringer sings the Tenor solo and Zack sings the Bass solo. There is no Soprano solo, and no buttock-fondling.

Mr. Throb of the Theology faculty returns this week to deliver the inspirational message.

"My friends, good morning.

"Today is the second Sunday before Lent, so you have just ten days left to make the most of Carnival season. Call me if you need to hook up with someone, and I'll see what I can do...

"The traditional reading for this Sunday is the Parable of the Sower. I read aloud the relevant passage from the Book of Mark:
Hearken; Behold, there went out a sower to sow: And it came to pass, as he sowed, some fell by the way side, and the birds of the air came and devoured it up. And some fell on stony ground, where it had not much earth; and immediately it sprang up, because it had no depth of earth: But when the sun was up, it was scorched; and because it had no root, it withered away. And some fell among thorns, the thorns grew up, and choked it, and it yielded no fruit. And other fell on good ground, did yield fruit that sprang up and increased; and brought forth, some thirty, and some sixty, some an hundred. He said unto them, He that has ears to hear, let him hear.
"In this parable, Jesus is telling us how to have a nice lawn. First, if you plant your grass seed when there are lots of birds around the birds will eat the seed, so unless you like feeding birds and stuff don't do that. Second, you really want to dig the stones out of the ground, or else the sun will kill the grass and your lawn will look like crap. And you definitely don't want to let thorns grow in your lawn because they are really nasty. Dig them out, or buy a bottle of RoundUp at the Big Box store; one squirt and those fuckers are dead.

"And that's the message for today. Listen to the words of Jesus and you, too, can have a nice lawn."

With that, Mr. Pipes cranks up a rousing recessional.

Lily Chang meets Roderick after the service and invites him to brunch with Mr. Parvelescu. Roderick accepts the invitation; he's curious to hear Mr. Parvelescu's thoughts on the controversy about property. They walk together across the road to the Old Ivy Inn, where Mr. Parvelescu awaits them.

Seated at the brunch table, Roderick breaks the ice. "So I guess some of the students don't buy into Locke's idea that civil society was created for the protection of property."

Mr. Parvelescu peers at Roderick over his glasses. "They're Communists."

That settled, the trio orders brunch. Roderick will have scrapple and eggs, Mr. Parvelescu will have Beauneville ham and eggs, and Lily orders the Yebeg Wot. "The Ethiopian food is really good here," she confides to Roderick. Roderick nods, admiring the cut of her cleavage.