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...year papacy. He asked that his personal notes be burned and that he be buried in the bare earth, not a tomb. There was nothing to bequeath, for there was little he owned. But there was much to explain and confess, including his doubts over whether it was God's will that he continue as Pope as his speech slurred and his bones bent; he hoped, in the last hard years, that God would "help me to recognize how long I must continue this service...
...splendor and sorrow of the week, there was a final bequest spreading through the square as the service came to a close and the crowd, reluctant to leave, chanted one last time, "Giovanni Paolo! Giovanni Paolo!" Five staccato syllables and rhythmic claps, a football cheer for God's great athlete. And then it was over, and people mingled and smiled, and by late afternoon the young pilgrims had turned the Via della Conciliazione that leads away from St. Peter's into a lively promenade. They broke out coolers of soft drinks. They packed the cafés, strolled down...
With incidents this familiar and prose so simplistic, it’s hard to mock this book—I have plenty of friends who would be happy and satisfied with its lessons—so, if this is helpful, God be with...
Houses are rather cult-like organizations that command a startling amount of loyalty and fervor among their residents—especially in regard to House Masters. Masters occupy a rather pharaoh-like man-god niche in the undergraduate psyche. It could just be all the free pastry, but it seems that every student in the House system would argue that their Master is the best, the most “chill,” the most interesting—all in an unsettling “black Nikes waiting for the comet” kind of way (at least, when...
...have been a wizard, a warrior, a god. I have built civilizations and seen others toppled at my command. I have colonized planets, built starfleets. I have killed, and I have plundered. I have died and been resurrected. Parades have been thrown in my honor, fireworks set off. I have jumped through every hoop in these algorithmic mazes, satisfied every goal conceived of and coded by pajama’d malcontents, and I have enjoyed every moment of it. But what has it all given me? How have these hours and days of absorption affected the way I experience reality...