My thoughts concerning the young man (and his colleagues) who left Harvard one semester before graduating to defeat cancer:

“Rejoice not against me, Satan, mine enemy, for when I fall I shall rise.” (G.K. Chesterton’s character Father Brown, The Donnington Affair, Part Two).

“And already still November Drapes her snowy table here. Fetch a log, then; coax the ember; Fill your hearts with old-time cheer; Heaven be thanked for one more year.” (George Parsons Lathrop).

One was from a book of whodunits and one from the skyline of the Vineyard Gazette. If it turns out he can’t beat cancer one way, he may be able to greatly lessen its and other debilitating diseases’ toll. Which reminds me of this: “If thou of all thy mortal goods bereft. And from thy store alone two loaves are left, sell, sell thou one. Then with thy toll buy hyacinth – and speed thy soul.” (Muslik-ud-Din)

Soul lifting is no small thing, and he comes from very good writers.

Bonnie Green
Atlanta, Ga.