Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap,
The sun shone in his hair;
And this was how she saw, mayhap,
The crown already there...
The purpose behind the research for this infographic was to find out if writing styles have changed drastically over time. Reading MacDonald and his contemporaries led me to think we moderns don't write, read, and think with the complexity of the Christian authors of that day. This graphic backs that up.
Last year The Works of George MacDonald introduced our Annual Competition, in which we give two $2,500 grants to charities named by the winners in two categories: Best Original Essay, and Best Original Art, Music, or Writing (in each case, inspired by GMD). Olga Lukmanova's production of The Light Princess received the latter award this past Easter, and I just received this delightful follow-up letter from Olga, which I share with all of you, along with a video of her group's final performance.
"Look then," said North Wind; and, with one sweep of her great white arm, she swept yards deep of darkness like a great curtain from before the face of the boy.
And lo! It was a blue night, lit up with stars. Where it did not shine with stars it shimmered with the milk of the stars, except where, just opposite to Diamond's face, the grey towers of a cathedral blotted out each its own shape of sky and stars...