SIR' With slightly delayed reference to your number of February 14, why, after all, " cover up" the Judica 7 Lonely, in his diplomatic exile to the brilliant, exotic, unhomety setting of a tropical capital, Paul Claudel wrote a moving sequence of poems on the Mass.
Waking at daybreak in Rio de Janeiro, with sad thoughts of war in Europe and his distant home, he is alone with the intensification of light on the eternal dark background of mountain. the waving palm-trees, the sun-gilt streak of sea. But quare tristis incedo 7 The bell rings, the priest is there, life is afar, and from what is only beauty, he passes to what is love. lntroiho ad altare Del . . . Is there any age or stage of life in which God's light and truth cannot lead us into His holy mountain and His tabernacle, where our hope and joy may be renewed ?
Mary Ryan University College, Cork.