Today is the feast of St George, the patron saint of England. St.
George is the Knight of the Red Crosse in the first book of Edmund
Spenser's Fairie Qveene. Armed with Jung and Kinsey, I wrote about
Spenser in college. Spenser in the Oxford Standard Authors edition has
painfully small type, but I recently bought a Penguin edition of Fairie
Qveene more appropriate for my fading eyesight. It's the first long
classic poem I've read since Byron's Don Juan. "Once more unto the
breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English
dead," says Shakespeare's Henry V:
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot.
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry "God for Harry, England, and Saint George!"