Early on in his memoir, when Thomas Merton was still an agnostic—at best—he was ill enough to consider death. He was still in his teens, a reluctant student in a parochial school. And here is how his thoughts unfolded: “If I have to die—what of it. What do I care? Let me die, then, andContinue reading “A fourth visit to The Seven Storey Mountain”
Heather Choate Davis 