Contents

Articles/Essays

And We Were Young



I will tell you now that words come hard for me. Perhaps that is why I value them so highly. And I make no apology for being simple where most men are complex and complex where many men are simple.



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Freud as Friend of the Gospel



When the church orator poses his rhetorical question, “Who’s on the Lord’s side, who?”, no one thinks to suggest Sigmund Freud. Most Mormons associate Freud with lustful sexuality, primitive drives and (somehow) biological evolution. Psychoanalysis,…



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Fiction

Letters to the Editor

Notes

The Closet Bluebird



Reed Smoot had become a U. S. Senator, and the “Y” a university, when I began kindergarten at Brigham Young Academy, with Ida Dusenberry as my teacher. Ida Smoot Dusenberry was a younger sister of…



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Advice to Book Reviewers



Recently I came across a book published in 1927 by Knopf entitled Book Reviewing. In it Wayne Gard writes that a “review must be presented in non-technical, natural language, combining brevity with wit, so that…



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Personal Voices

Mormons and the Beast: In Defense of the Personal Essay



Some circumstances in life lie outside the possibility of comfort. There may be philosophical arguments to support such a statement, but perhaps it will suffice to point out that the scriptures reveal a suffering God. As a matter of fact, sorrow appears to be the effect that we most frequently work on him. Indeed, our “Man of Constant Sorrows” has promised that his way of life is likely to bring a “sword” to our comfort, that his “peace” will be unlike any we might have imagined. 



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The Girl Who Danced with Butch Cassidy



My earliest memory of Retty Mott is of hurrying past her house as I walked home from Primary. I hurried past because my cousins had told me that she chased people. Once she had leaped out from behind a tree in her front yard and hit Max Peterson with a fire shovel. She had chased him clear to the end of the block, hitting him all the way with the fire shovel . . .



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A Vision of Words



Inside, to the left, in King’s College Chapel, Cambridge University, rests the great painting, “The Adoration of the Magi,” by Peter Paul Rubens. To the right, the King’s College Choir prepares to sing. The hinged…



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Home Again



The bus trip from Utah had taken twenty-four hours and now, as the day darkened to evening, it was almost over. I had struggled the night before to sleep, but woke at each little village’s…



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Poetry

Some Nights



Some nights in a small cove 
sea and shore talk endlessly 
(of dapples shallows hollows) 
seeking sun despite the polar 
breath from dark’s yawning throat 



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Reviews

Advice to Book Reviewers



Recently I came across a book published in 1927 by Knopf entitled Book Reviewing. In it Wayne Gard writes that a “review must be presented in non-technical, natural language, combining brevity with wit, so that…



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