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...book begins: "After it happened I stayed in the Congo for several months. This seemed the safest and wisest thing to do under the circumstances. Then I went home to England. I took with me The Forest, my first book. It was taken by Collins. It was taken in America. The films bought...
...enough, tall enough, to fail your examinations to show humility?" Gabrielle prayed for guidance, but concluded with her own answer: "This I cannot do, O Lord." She graduated fourth in a class of 80. The daughter of a doctor, Gabrielle had fervently hoped to be sent to the Belgian Congo as a missionary nurse. She was assigned instead to an insane asylum where 100 overworked nuns cared for 1,000 female patients. There she tended a countess who thought she was a dog and ate from a plate in the center of the floor, a onetime abbess whose chief quirk...
After taking her final vows in 1932, Gabrielle's wish was answered at last; she was sent to the Congo. The next seven years of selfless, 16-hour-a-day dedication to the health of the natives gives The Nun's Story the warm glow of Albert Schweitzer's "reverence for life," and probably brought Gabrielle close to peace of mind. But once, when she learned that three men were caught in quicksand and rushed out of the convent in a vain at tempt at rescue, she was rewarded with a dressing-down that probed deep into...
...cement mixer at the bottom, was uninjured but had to return her husband to the hospital for treatment of lacerations, explained: "I was driving to relieve him of any physical strain." Intermezzo. In Los Angeles, Mrs. Mary Feynman won a divorce after testifying that her physicist husband's Congo drums were the only things that could take his mind off mathematics, told the court: "He begins working calculus problems in his head as soon as he awakens. He did calculus while driving his car and lying in bed at night. The only thing that would distract...
...least, these are all his worries until Dr. Andrew Butler, an English anthropologist "with a class of hair like an old nest," puts up at Mangan's Hotel for some rest after a breakdown from overwork on the tribal customs of the Congo. All might have been well had Dr. Butler not written a feature article for the London press. Butler included a description of nuns from the Patrickstown convent jumping over fires on Midsummer Eve and made some unfortunate references to some of the rites of The Golden Bough in connection with these innocent goings...