I don't talk much of poverty or charity anymore. It's not that I don't think about these things. I don't talk about them because what more could I say than has been already said? Why fill the air with endless words that have been said before? And yet, another motive lurks: I have, in some senses, lost my radicality. Like all men, I'm seeping into the dreary and lifeless days not filled with anything, but lacking in everything. It's not that Kelli isn't wonderful, or that my life is wretched; it's not that I don't care, or that I'm unable to do anything. I just need a revival, in a sense -- a turning again to Life in poverty and the poor; in suffering with the sick.
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