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Part of The Carolinian
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- A Mass opens up a Sunday, and since in the Consecration. when the priest transforms the bread and the wine into tin- Body and tile Blood, the Lord become- phvsicallv present, we can say in triumph that at that sacred moment lie is here in person to give us this day. A while after, we leave the house of worship with a certain profound feeling that comes when one has done an act of goodness. 3 I'lie shops eleiwnleiwn lire closed again, shutting up in the . ininel the picture! of machines working, customers bargaining, and the congeries of things for sale. . Industry is replaced lt-1 passivity, and the struggle for 1 subsistence is set aside in favor of an inward desire for peace", for ever} little- thing which offers us comfort. contentment. anJ above all. feirtituele. Occasionally. during Sunday we- fletck let beach resorts anel swim in the- sea. etr me-re-ly walk alemg the- windy slmre. now anel lhe-n casting small 'tones inlet the- water. Or slanel where- the- he-ache-el bancas are- anel watch girls in bathing suits rush inlet the- water. Cheerfully, we- peer inlet the- future- anel indulge- in the- elre-am etf living long unele-r the- same- slate- etf fun anel pleasantry. In a courtyard the- office-people producing sounels like- that e barle-neler. On the- long bench on oJ. fetr their turns etr whet have had 1, commenting on a masterly stro sent the- tennis ball across A large number of us v isil the theaters. There, just by sitting still, we* journey through the* years, witness a story, and see a land of make-believe* unfurled before* our eyes. Inspired. we* take* the* place* e»f one* e>f the* starring characters, anel act his etr her retie* with finesse- and elegant simplicity. In th cue!, etf ceturse. we* fetrgel the* se-emndre-l. idolize the* beret, and aelmire* the* he*reiine*. are potentates with network bats, f bottles being uncorkeel by an adroit e side sit those who are waiting llteir bouts, sipping soft drinks and :e of a colleague that nevertheless the street. Al the plaza we seek friends and w<- wish to he acquainted with. We talk about the jam sessions, the parlies, tile picnics we had lalelv attended, and tin* dances we like to learn or have no taste for. We eat much ice-cream and buy balloons, and nobody will ever • ell us to behave according to our age. We meet happy lovers, as well as lonely fellows pulling out their loneliness. Inside the fence of a public playground, children are yelling, shrilling and crying for joy. They play seesaw: ride the merry-go-round: rock the swings: climb the bars, and glide on the slides with life and spirit. They cut jokes, and laugh freely. Then, it is time to go home. Their fathers and mothers call them and away they go. shouting good-bye Io each Ihe night disposes other, of its initial dimness.
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- 1959
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