...Henri de Lubac and Hans Urs von Balthasar. Marvellous stuff.
Long years ago, I discovered that the measure of a good book is wishing a train journey to be longer in order to be able to go on reading undisturbed...or, sometimes, missing one's station and whoizzing on because of being so absorbed in the book...
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