Still at home with virus symptoms, though not at home with them. Progressing through season three of the Crown, those moments with God Liam alluded to a few days ago.
First in episode 2, was the experience of the 1966 coal avalanche in Aberfan as witnessed by members of the royal family, including those members never presented as being touched by religion or human expression. The hymn “Jesu, Lover of the Soul” sung at the children’s funeral, witnessed by Prince Philip on his visit.
The second bit (episode 3) was with the Duke of Edinburgh questioned by his mother about his faith. “Dormant,” he replies.
The seventh installment of this season, “Moondust,” struck me most for a few reasons. The Prince is fascinated with the Apollo 11 mission. I felt the grip of fascination with space and exploration. The writers frame this longing along with the man’s advance deeper into middle age and the inevitable questions about fitness, self-image, and purpose in life.
The writers’ take on the Duke’s response of disgust to a stumbling Sunday sermon by the Dean of Windsor. The Queen arranges for a retirement and a new Dean, but by then, her husband has given up on church. He’s ambushed by Rev Robin Woods, who wants to start a retreat center on the Windsor Palace grounds. Invited by the new priest to a support group, the Duke blasts personal sharing as indulgent and stalks off in disgust. A man of action, he sees himself in need of doing things, not talking about problems.
By the end of the episode, the Duke realizes he needs help, and after meeting the astronauts and sorting through his experiences and disappointments, he comes to a realization and asks for help.
I find the Charles and Diana drama of season 4 more cringe-worthy and of far less interest, however historically close-to-accurate it might be.