Longfellow called it “Retribution”
Though the mills of God grind slowly,
Yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience he stands waiting,
With exactness grinds he all.
I’ve seen this play out more times than can could possibly be accounted for by chance. As someone else–Thomas Fuller, maybe–said:
As virtue is its own reward, so is vice its own punishment.
Pretty much my theory of most Disney movies in the pre-woke era.
Smart fellas, some of those old-timers.
I can wait.
Longfellow’s poem always reminds me of my days as a graduate student, and a puckish friend of ours–like Mr. Right, a medieval scholar– whose voracious reading led him to stories of the Göktürks, and a character named Pupper of Gok, He then imagined an entire epic poem, peopled by heroes like Hill of Beans, Bill of Goods, Cup of Tea and Bag of Nickels.
All soldiers, of course, riding into battle under the banner, and in the service of Mills of God.
Sweet memories, all.
