A philosophy professor's wife's life: just another night
If you’ve ever lived with a philosophy professor suffering from Egyptian stomach about to present a paper at a conference, then you too might have found yourself - on one or more occasions – hearing a loud, timed reading of a paper on the historical roots of Kant’s concept of experience coming from the bathroom. It’s 11 pm, a 45-minute paper and he’s only just starting the introduction; I ‘m not going to wait up. At least the door is shut.
Lovely Lady of La Leche, most loving mother of the Child Jesus, and my mother, listen to my humble prayer. Your motherly heart knows my every wish, my every need. To you only, His spotless Virgin Mother, has your Divine Son given to understand the sentiments which fill my soul. Yours was the sacred privilege of being the Mother of the Savior. Intercede with him now, my loving Mother, that, in accordance with His will, I may become the mother of other children of our heavenly Father. This I ask, O Lady of La Leche, in the Name of your Divine Son, My Lord and Redeemer. Amen.
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