Thoroughly Alive

I found a slim, battered, brick-red little book by Thomas Merton in the Wycliffe Library yesterday. For an hour on…

To be a “fresher” in Oxford means a free pass into the mazed mysteries of the “fresher’s fair.” When I…

My room is settled. The jetlag has (mostly) faded. And the splendor of this old, dear city settles around me, drapes…