THE CAREENING
OF MARYKNOLL
The Brothers of Mount Marcy have decided for eggs :
their small breakfast is dispensed in a line. They stand
together, congested yet calm, like the bunch in The
Dead by James Joyce. Not a word is spoken between
these fellows. In the soft background, little Brother Albert
plays a gentle hymn on the outsized chapel organ. The
music is a given, the words are not supplied - within
each brother's mind the psalm's own words add flight
to the tune they know so well. It is nearing another
morning day : work to be done, and visitors. They
come in groups - peering and inquisitive. A nod and
a greeting, perhaps questions answered. until evening
again, and another morn then. The Brothers of
Mount Marcy have decided for eggs.
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