Not exact matches
Our cause is never
more in
danger, than when a human, no longer desiring, but intending, to do our Enemy's will, looks round
upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.
If this were done, then the inevitable
danger which every dogmatician must, confront [and here lies the dignity and greatness of his task] would be
more clearly recognized: namely, the
danger that he may not remain
upon an extension of the biblical line, but rather interpret the biblical texts primarily ex post facto, from the point of view of his «going beyond the New Testament.
It's an attempt to figure out how we got so much
more worried for our kids in just one generation, and to separate the real
dangers from the ones foisted
upon us by the media, and by other folks with things to sell (like baby safety product manufacturers who have to scare us about a remote
danger like «traumatic head injury from toddling» before we'll buy their products, like the «ThudGuard» — a helmet for kids to wear all day when they're learning to walk).
Harry suspects that
dangers may even lie within the castle, but Dumbledore is
more intent
upon preparing him for the final battle that he knows is fast approaching.
There is not much
danger that we shall inflict
upon the infant
more food than he needs.
«For come, tell me, can there be anything
more delightful than to see, as it were, here now displayed before us a vast lake of bubbling pitch with a host of snakes and serpents and lizards, and ferocious and terrible creatures of all sorts swimming about in it, while from the middle of the lake there comes a plaintive voice saying: «Knight, whosoever thou art who beholdest this dread lake, if thou wouldst win the prize that lies hidden beneath these dusky waves, prove the valour of thy stout heart and cast thyself into the midst of its dark burning waters, else thou shalt not be worthy to see the mighty wonders contained in the seven castles of the seven Fays that lie beneath this black expanse;» and then the knight, almost ere the awful voice has ceased, without stopping to consider, without pausing to reflect
upon the
danger to which he is exposing himself, without even relieving himself of the weight of his massive armour, commending himself to God and to his lady, plunges into the midst of the boiling lake, and when he little looks for it, or knows what his fate is to be, he finds himself among flowery meadows, with which the Elysian fields are not to be compared.»
Moreover, the current focus
upon adoption is in
danger of distracting attention from addressing the wider crisis affecting the rising number of children in the care system, and many
more on the edge of care.