Meet me in Atlantic City

It looks like Catholic News Agency has gone to the trouble of translating Cardinal Erdo’s splendid relatio ante disceptationem into English. It is, as we said earlier, a splendid speech that is exactly the sort of strong line the Church ought to be taking in all of this. (And there are shades of John Paul and Benedict throughout.) Rorate Caeli wonders why they bothered. So, frankly, do we. Of course, we also wonder if the value of Cardinal Erdo’s speech—almost immediately deprecated by the Holy Father—was entirely confined to the hic et nunc as they say.

We have long thought that Bruce Springsteen’s Nebraska LP (1982) was his best. (Bear with us.) The haunting—often haunted—spare arrangements fit the lyrical content to a T. Sure, Born to Run (1975) will always be the LP that turned Springsteen into “The Boss,” and Born in the U.S.A. (1984) had all those hits. But Nebraska is the one where Springsteen proved that, notwithstanding the denim, the Telecaster, and the sold-out arenas, he could tell stories. And one of the most affecting stories on the LP was “Atlantic City.” In that song, the narrator sings, “But maybe everything that dies someday comes back.”

Like we said, the value of Cardinal Erdo’s speech might not be confined to October 2015. Maybe every relatio that dies someday comes back.