Tuesday, May 31, 2011

De profundis

“Say, Scully?” ventured Murphy, as they lay on their backs beneath the winking stars.  “You ever wonder wonder what it might be like  to have two teeth?”
A pause;  then, softly:  “Sometimes I do.  It must be … beautiful.”
Deep ponderous pauses on both sides for a while;  then Scully asked in turn:
“You ever wonder what it would be like to be Forgiven?”
Something between a moan and a sigh.  “All the time, Scully, all the time.”

[Pronunciation note:  day-pro-FOON-diss.
It's from the Latin translation of one of the penitential Psalms:
"De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine".]

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