Speaking of Thomas Merton, I found a copy of one of his books, Bread in the Wilderness, on a shelf in the living room here at my parents’ house, as I was looking through the books on those shelves the other day. I took it down and placed it on the kitchen table, where I write, though I haven’t done anything with it other than glance at a few of its pages. I might try to read a chapter or two of it at some point while I’m here, though if I don’t get to it that will be ok with me too. I’m supposed to be reading only Don Quixote.