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Re: The Wars of the Roses
On Thu, 16 Apr 1998, John Cowan wrote:
> I think I have figured out how the Wars of the Roses come out *There*.
> Nice Guy Richard of York supports his nephew's claims, acts as Regent
> until Edward VI is adult (grabbing plenty of gelt for himself on the
> way, to be sure), and then relinquishes power to become the King's Good
> Left Arm. Edward's younger brother Richard dies of a flux of the bowels
> (or was it a surfeit of eels?). Edward has only one daughter, Margaret,
> whom he offers to James IV of Scotland. Their eldest son James V/I
> inherits both thrones without opposition, to the relief of all concerned,
> including Cambria, which has been watching carefully (as it did in the
> time of King Stephen) and doing as little as possible. "The Cambrians,
> throughout the war, did nothing in particu-lar/And did it very well."
> -- W.S. Gilbert.
Workable. Now, how does the Federation avoid becoming a Union, and
evolve into a constitutional monarchy? Where are the *Magnae Cartae of
the Federal Kingdoms. Who writes them, who signs them?
> That way, we avoid the Great Divorce, the Dissolution of the Monasteries,
> and the Church of England. James V did create a quasi-episcopal Protestantism
> (bishops are just administrative priests with no special hieratic position),
> and perhaps a compromise with Knox was worked out to create Calvinist-
> Episcopalianism, the position of the Church of Scotland *There*.
A Catholic monarchy becomes the head of a established Protestant church in
part of his hegemony?! Cuius regio, eius religio.
You mentioned in a previous letter a reference to Nixon being a
second-hand cardealer in California, did I detect a reference to the works
of Harry Turtledove, an author I have been following since I read his
novel "A Agent of Byzantium"?
As requested, I have sent an invite to Frank George Valocs. I hope he
will come and sit in with us.
Andrew Smith <firstname.lastname@example.org>
MAN, despite his artistic pretensions, his sophistication, and his many
accomplishments; still owes his existence to a six-inch layer of topsoil
and the fact that it rains.