We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licur Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open ye, So priketh hem Nature in hir corages, Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages, And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes; And specially, from every shires ende Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende, The hooly blisful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.
I know someone - an English major - who got his first job on Wall St. by being able to quote these first lines of the Prologue of Canterbury Tales in an interview when challenged by a partner. Here's a good Canterbury Tales site. If you read enough Chaucer, you start speaking Middle English - or really early Modern English. I took a one-semester Chaucer course in college. Great fun. We'd just go around the class and read the section out loud in the beginning of class, trying to find Chaucer's accents and rhythms. Many are not aware that Chaucer made his money importing claret from France. Writing was a hobby for this prosperous, well-educated, and well-travelled Londoner.
Go on pilgrimage, sounds good to me...only way people back then could get away from their work and relatives and see the world if there wasn't a war going on...Join the spiritual army, see the world, meet interesting people, etc.
In high school spent an unbearably long time analyzing "The Pardoner's Tale" which reinforced a deep lifelong suspicion and wariness around clerical types...And as folks here have already remarked, we're still in the business of selling indulgences today. Only now it's environmenal sins we're repenting. Nothing so pleasurable as loving the wrong person, stealing one's sibling's inheritance, etc. cf: Augustine on stolen fruit tastes sweetest.