A doctor in Montana, a devotee of classical music and the traditional Roman liturgy, is shocked by a recent experience. "I attended the First Communion of the first-born of a friend whom I had delivered into the world and as the child walked solemnly down the aisle the organ played 'Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head.'" Could I, he asked, tell him how to get in touch with the orthodox liturgists in America? This was not difficult to do, there being only three of them left.*
Thoreau defined freedom as the increased knowledge of what he could do without. I tend to define it as the increased knowledge of what I shan't need to do without.
-William F. Buckley in Atlantic High, 1982