As the room was looking quite tidy at last, I didn't
mind. I've realized since that Father Rowley always sets people the
task of cataloguing and arranging his books when he doubts if they
are really worth their salt, and now he complains that I have
spoilt one of his best ordeals for slackers. I said to him that he
needn't be afraid because from what I could see of the way he
treated books they would be just as untidy as ever in another week.
Everybody laughed, though I was afraid at first they might consider
it rather cheek my talking like this, but you've got to stand up
for yourself here because there never was such a place for turning
a man inside out. It's a real discipline, and I think if I manage
to deserve to stay here three years I shall have the right to feel
I've had the finest training for Holy Orders anybody could possibly
have.
You know enough about Father Rowley yourself to understand how
impossible it would be for me to give any impression of his
personality in a letter. I have never felt so strongly the absolute
goodness of anybody. I suppose that some of the great mediaeval
saints like St. Francis and St. Anthony of Padua must have been
like that.
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