“That particular fatal tissue in which one finds oneself embedded”

I want so much to be able to write about the two profound events we attended yesterday, both about endings. One, a symposium in honor of a brilliant humanities professor who is retiring after 45 years of college teaching; the other a memorial service for a brilliant lawyer who was an erudite, if quite eccentric, fixture in our town.

The quote is from Jung, quoted in a paper the professor, a new-found friend who is moving away, presented at the symposium. The words are so resonant I am at a loss for anything else to say.

The lawyer, never at a loss for words, wandered throughout his house after his wife died, howling. Their daughter was somehow able to tell us that.

Our town has lost two luminaries.

But that’s about all I can say. The words are too deeply embedded.

 

 

 

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One Response to “That particular fatal tissue in which one finds oneself embedded”

  1. Terry Marotta says:

    Wow bobbie . Who’s the professor ?

    And howling !! Oh !

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