Spare a prayer for Raoul Moat, who died this morning after shooting himself - almost certainly while of unsound mind.
Four things he is reported as saying stick in my mind, illustrative of his despair and a sad reflection on aspects of life in Britain today:
'We waited three months before sleeping together, which made it really special.'
'I've lost everything.'
'I've got no dad.'
'Nobody cares what happens to me.'
Comment would be superfluous.
Requiem aeternam dona ei Domine.
ROME 24/4– Day 36 (-5): Sacristy secrets, music from nuns, and Fr. Z’s
Kitchen (real “all’amatriciana”)
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At 06:12 the sun rose over Rome. It will set at 20:05. The Ave Maria Bell
will ring – or ought to ring – at 20:15. This cycle lasts until 28th, a
few mor...
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