I don’t fool myself. If I hadn’t had nuns for teachers during my formative years, Loretta, despite her principles, might be suing for divorce. She’d be doing that on the basis of adultery. Life is rough. And a few lovely young ladies, being taken advantage of, would have their reputations ruined.
But never mind what might have been. Let us rejoice over what is. Those sainted ladies who taught me laid the foundation for a right and noble life. God gets the credit.
I don’t spend my days conjecturing. But once in a while I get an insight. I share it, as is my duty. I am still a teacher.