This morning at history Connie Deacy, the holiest boy in the college, came over to me, and gave me 3 booklets about St. Aloysius, to whom he said he has a special devotion. I felt like a heathen, because I didn’t know anything about my patron, and he said I must to go Mass and Communion next Monday, the feast of St. Aloysius, and begin a novena. Connie has made the whole school make novenas and is always distributing holy books among the fellows. He would be alright only he’s like an old man of 90, and speaks slowly like a book, never taking part in any games. I was wondering all day whether great holiness, such as he has, is really all we should bother to attain to in life. – While Middle Grade had Inter. English, we seniors went to Requiem for the late Bishop Dr. Callaghan. The priests’ choir sang, but it was difficult to keep serious sometimes watching the faces of the boys when Fr. O’Flynn and Fr. O’Brien were singing. – Went to Arthur at 5.30, and found him going to a fashionable young gentleman called Randy O’Flynn, and I had to come though I hated it. We went to club and crossed over river in a boat. Randy was out, thank goodness, so we launched an old punt, and went around by poles. I got a horrible red weal on my hand. After a long time, a Mr. Daly of the club was kind enough to bring me back in a club punt. Arthur stayed behind.
