Immortal Openings, 3: Rose Elizabeth Cleveland, The Soliloquies of St. Augustine (Introduction)

The anemic society of today needs not so much the specializing genius–the artist who lives because of his works–as the all-around man, the vital personality whose works live because of him; the man to whom nothing human is alien, whose experience circumscribes and transcends that of the common lot; the prodigious individual rather than the individual prodigy, the master rather than the marvel.  Such an one is St. Augustine, once Bishop of Hippo, peerless controversialist, incomparable church father; and once, the dreaming, doubting, half-heathen youth and man, eager of brain, restless of heart, lover of pleasure more than lover of God.

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