Even the Orchestra Is Beautiful Monday, September 22, 2003

The usual. If I don't post anything over the course of a day, you can safely assume something ludicrous and irritating is going on.

You want to know why I love Walker Percy? Because he can be a Catholic, better than I'll ever be, and write the following (albeit in a character's voice):

Love your fellow man, the Lord said. That's asking a lot. Frankly, I found my fellow man, with few exceptions, either victims or assholes. I did not exclude myself. The only people I got along with were bums, outcasts, pariahs, family skeletons, and the dying.

The speaker then reveals that he spent a teenage summer in Germany being attracted to the glamour of the SS; and years later saw a hospital ward where children were put to death. And he is asked:

"Why did you become a priest?"

"Why did I become a priest." The priest at first seems surprised. Then he ruminates. ...

He shrugs, appearing to lose interest. "In the end one must choose--given the chance."

"Choose what?"

"Life or death. What else?"

Bingo, as they say under the church. So what am I choosing every day?

@ 8:53:00 PM,

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