A Canticle for Leibowitz, venerated science fiction masterpiece

“can kraut, pound pastrami, bring home for Emma.”

I think I’m quoting correctly?

[UPDATE: nope, I googled it. I’m close, but wrong. I like my version better. It’s what’s in my head!]

First read this in junior-high, 1982 or 1983. Bunch of times since, but not in the last 10 years? Pity.

I was remembering the monk thinking about how vision was affected by the empty/non-empty eye-socket just the other day.

I also think of a particular scene in the second section whenever I’m having a particularly difficult sh*t. The sacred and the profane, all in one nice little scifi volume.