Michael Malone - Weebly

"Oh, yes, you said so last night." She poured two
hefty goblets of port. "You should drink though." She
held the goblet out until he took it. "Do you a world of
good. In vino veritas, and that's what we're here for."
"Yes, I brought you the books; Miss Dingley."
"Don't be literal. I meant here on earth. We're put
here on earth for a piddling span in order to learn the
truth. And do you know what we learn?" She drank up
her port. "That we're here on earth for a piddling span.
Absurd, ain't it?"
"Life?"
"Death! Life's not absurd. Not unless you try to
make sense of it.
Notice, young man, your rector don't. He's a happy
man, Sloan Highwick. A shoo-in for heaven should
there be one."
"But you don't think there is?" Father Fields, at a
loss, tried to lead Miss Dingley toward those problems
for help with which he was, he assumed, being asked.
"Don't talk shop right off the bat. I don't get many
visitors. And Sammy's forever up in his room at his
typewriter. No evidence, but I suspect he's a