Divestment from community, disavowal of community endeavor: that’s what I’m going to find in St. Peter’s book. You never boarded a ship in your life but you kept one foot on shore.
R. falling asleep after a chapter is read to her: “It’s so annoying when you can’t figure things out.”
Are there things you can’t figure out?
“I can’t figure out what’s going to happen in the book. Or what’s going to happen in my life.”
Next morning at breakfast she asks if we’ll have to go to church in the Trump presidency. No, no; some people in the government care about church, but Trump doesn’t think that Jesus has anything to tell him.
“I think Jesus should put a leash on Donald Trump, and make him give all his money to poor people—or most of his money—and make him crawl on his hands like a baby.”
Everything seems aleatory and interrupt-driven, even more than usual.