A couple of days ago Nat and I had an argument about the second last line of Hopkins's God's Grandeur. Nat was insisting that it's Holy Spirit, not Holy Ghost.
I just said grace and Nat yelled at me for saying Holy Spirit, because it's Holy Ghost, apparently.Then I quoted the lines again. What followed:
Nat: Why did you say that?
Me: It's the last line of a poem called God's Grandeur.
Nat: What's grandeur?
Me: It's when something is so wonderful that it makes you feel almost frightened.
Nat: I like blowing on my juice. I make bubbles.
I don't think we're ready for Hopkins yet.