Volume 15, Number 7 · October 22, 1970
On "The Dark Night of the Soul"
By Daniel Berrigan
…It is as though a man were to awaken one morning with the bitter revelation on his tongue—I am going to die. I am going to jail. Like a man with terminal illness whose cunning apothecary has come on a new potion, I am spared a few days. The days are here. But I live under proviso. That is my freedom and my urgency.
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