September 21, 2021
OJB committed suicide. When he came over to 62 to confide in me about A, I thought he was the most beautiful young man in the world, but so over-impassioned that I prayed for some of the tempestuous emotion to wear off that he might live an abundant life. Apparently it did not.
First Vestry meeting after THE Vestry meeting. My colleagues mounted a better defense of me than I would have myself, so again I was able to remain silent. D resigned, blaming me. Then he was persuaded to reconsider. That drama is not yet over. Speaking Truth to Stupidity is not really that rewarding.
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