Ar an lá seo 10 Meán Fómhair, 1912, rugadh an Bráthair Antoninus. | |
Bhuaileas leis ag Scoil Merriman fadó. Is cuimhin liom go raibh sé ag iarraidh barróg a thabhairt do chloigtheach! Bhí an cloigtheach rómhór dó agus bhí cúpla ‘Gaeilgeoir’ i láthair nach raibh spiorad Merriman iontu i gceart agus a shíl nach raibh sé cuibhiúil in aon chor go mbeadh Bráthair Doiminiceach ag iarraidh pléisiúr a bhaint as cloigtheach, nó pléisiúr a thabhairt do chloigtheach nó pé cuimilt, dar leo, a bhí ar siúl eatarthu. B’in an dream céanna a chuir ‘fáilte’ roimh an mBráthair beannaithe an oíche roimhe sin, is dócha, de réir an chuntais seo ón Athair Wall sa leabhar William Everson: The Life of Brother Antoninus le Lee Bartlett:
“We went with the impression that it would be a guitar-strumming poets’ event, and Antoninus would be a hit. We got to the hotel and there was a group of tweedy-looking middle-aged people there. It looked like a convention of librarians. They were sitting there with Irish coffee in their hands, the most staid, stiff, formal, lifeless scene possible. Antoninus has a great streak of paranoia in those situations, where immediately he’d expect the worse – like a great joke had been played on the Yanks, that we had been set up and the people at the bar were laughing their heads off…” |