...the longer I live, the more necessary it seems to me to endure, to copy the whole dictation of existence to the end, for it might be that only the last sentence contains that small, perhaps inconspicuous word through which all laboriously learned and not understood orients itself toward glorious sense.–Selected Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke
My recently-retired advisor, Father David Coffey, who has now returned home to Sydney, Australia, has been stuck since June without an apartment. The Archdiocese was supposed to have lined something up for him right away, but it hasn't worked out that way, and it's interfering with his writing because he has no access to his library. I wrote to him earlier tonight ("Our Father who art in Limbo," I began) and just received the Quoteworthy line in reply:
I'm becoming savvy in the real estate business; not a good business for a moral idealist to get tied up in.