A bishop invited a young priest to dinner. During the meal, the priest noticed some signs of intimacy between the bishop and his housekeeper. As the priest was leaving, the bishop said to him quietly, “I can guess what you are thinking, but


A bishop invited a young priest to dinner.

During the meal, the priest noticed some signs of intimacy between the bishop and his housekeeper.

As the priest was leaving, the bishop said to him quietly,

“I can guess what you are thinking, but really our relationship is strictly proper.”

A few days later the housekeeper remarked to the bishop that a valuable antique solid silver soup ladle was missing – since the young priest’s visit – and so she wondered if he might have taken it.

“I doubt it, but I will ask him,” said the bishop.

So the bishop wrote to the priest: “Dear Father, I am not saying that ‘you did’ take a solid silver ladle from my house, and I am not saying that ‘you did not’ take a solid silver ladle from my house,

But the fact is that the ladle has been missing since your visit..” Duly, the bishop received the young priest’s reply, which read:

“Your Excellency, I’m not saying that ‘you do’ sleep with your housekeeper, and I’m not saying that ‘you do not’ sleep with your housekeeper, but the fact is that if you were sleeping in your own bed, you would by now have found the ladle.”

“The center of every man’s existence is a dream. Death, disease, insanity, are merely material accidents, like a toothache or a twisted ankle. That these brutal forces always besiege and often capture the citadel does not prove that they are the citadel.” –

lovlive.jpg 2 “I believe what really happens in history is this: the old man is always wrong; and the young people are always wrong about what is wrong with him. The practical form it takes is this: that, while the old man may stand by some stupid custom, the young man always attacks it with some theory that turns out to be equally stupid.” />lovlive.jpg

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