I think I have written about EB White before in this space. Today I read in a Pillar column:
EB White wrote once that all that he hoped to say in books, all that he ever hoped to say, is that he loved the world — emphasis his own.
This reminds me of Pieper's writing on feasts and festivals that they (festivals) are at heart a celebration recognizing that all of creation is good.
Looking back at my reading of EB White's "One Man's Meat" I find the following quote which is very appropriate and I find to be very true.
I don't know whether I came to the country to live the simple life; but I am now engaged in a life vastly more complex than anything the city has to offer. -E.B. White
Oremus pro invicem!
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