I’m supposed to be writing about Brideshead Revisited, I know. In fact, my intention was to sing Cordelia’s praises, however, I’m forced make a detour that hopefully will leave me in a better position to do it as she deserves. So I’ll leave Cordelia aside and write about prophets, hoping the connection will be clearer in the coming posts.
I don’t know if you have ever seen a prophet and I mean a real one, like Elijah or Mason Tarwater (not the Mason Tarwater you find in Facebook, but the one of The Violent Bear it Away). A man with proper prophetic voice, frenzied eyes, and all the necessary apparel. Well…, if you ever come to Jerusalem you might find some: the Holy City has still some power left.
