A Chanticleer For Leibowitz
May 6, 2008 – 11:15 pmWhen Walter visited us at the commune, he didn’t talk philosophy. He made a big production out of fishing and communing with nature.
In fairness, he was communicating with nature, but it was more with all things mysterious.
Walter was a curious soul. He was tall and squinted at the world through his glasses.
When he looked at you, you got the feeling he was looking at a scene that somehow didn’t include you.
He didn’t talk much, and it never occurred to me to engage him in a conversation about himself.
But just for my own entertainment I asked him, “Do you think the pope is the Vicar of Christ?”.
He didn’t smile when I asked that, he being a Catholic convert.
He looked beyond me, as if he saw St. Augustine with his pears, before he was a saint.
Then he said, “God is a lonely lover”.
I could buy that.
