Anti-Climacus

QUOTE FOR THE EVENING: In a lull for the weekend: I'll be back to the dissertation, new paper topics for my class, etc on Monday, but have spent the intervening time with college football and this, from Cry, the Beloved Country:

And he told them all about these places, of the great hills and valleys of that far country. And the love of them must have filled his voice, for they were all silent and listened to him. He told them too of the sickness of the land, and how the grass had disappeared, and of the dongas that ran from hill to valley, and valley to hill; how it was a land of old men and women, and mothers and children; how the maize grew barely to the height of a man; how the tribe was broken, and the house broken, and the man broken; how when they went away, many never came back, many never wrote anymore.