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Commentary
It’s probably just distractible little me who feels this way….
For some reason, my sieve of a memory recalls occasions when I was trying to concentrate in a library, but could not because of one or another distraction. In college, it was students who walked around in flip flops: “Flip, flop; flip, flop, flip, flop.” There were also the ones who were struggling with term papers. They would loudly wad up one sheet after another to protest their own bad writing. Then there was that librarian in seminary. He always sat in his office with the door wide open, cheerfully whistling his library tunes.
I’ve never tried to concentrate in a monastery… or do anything else there, for that matter. But I”m guessing that tap shoes are frowned on in that sacred place.
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