ABSTRACT
Once sublimity ceases to mean that concerning which one must remain silent, and becomes instead that of which one cannot not speak, and yet cannot speak authentically, it is perhaps inevitable that it will be asked, is this ‘sublime’ merely old transcendence in (post) modern guise? Has God returned to haunt the ruins of ancient Christendom in a manner more eerie than the gothic shades which gave such agreeably sublime tremors to the heroines of Mrs Radcliffe in the ruins of ancient abbeys? Such questions may well occur to us.
