Sunday, March 21, 2010

Fixing A Hole

The other day, Michael and Alex and I were standing outside Marie Mount Hall and watching a squirrel. The squirrel had picked up a student newspaper- no mean feat, as it was larger than him- and carried it laboriously up to a hole in a tree. Once there, he tried to push it into the hole, only to have it torn from his grasp by a gust of wind. Undaunted, the squirrel traipsed back down the tree and after some searching found the paper again. This time, he tore it in half, carried half of it back up the tree, successfully inserted it and himself into the hole, and then sat looking out at us with a very smug, satisfied demeanor.

"Holy shit," said Michael, "I think we just saw a live-action parable. If Jesus saw that, he would talk about it to his disciples or something."

Then we went inside to learn about Tacitus.

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