Walter M. Miller, Jr. Quote

The last monk, upon entering, paused in the lock. He stood in the open hatchway and took off his sandals. "Sic transit mundus," he murmured, looking back at the glow. He slapped the soles of his sandals together, beating the dirt out of them.


Ch 30 - A Canticle for Leibowitz (1959) - Fiat Voluntas Tua


The last monk, upon entering, paused in the lock. He stood in the open hatchway and took off his sandals. Sic transit mundus, he murmured, looking...

The last monk, upon entering, paused in the lock. He stood in the open hatchway and took off his sandals. Sic transit mundus, he murmured, looking...

The last monk, upon entering, paused in the lock. He stood in the open hatchway and took off his sandals. Sic transit mundus, he murmured, looking...

The last monk, upon entering, paused in the lock. He stood in the open hatchway and took off his sandals. Sic transit mundus, he murmured, looking...