The room was crowded with glum faces, faces dead to all enthusiasm, faces of people waiting. The books I had bought from the Catholic Book Store weighed heavily in my pocket. I pulled one of them out and, without looking at the title, let it fall open in my lap. I read: … it is by justice that we can authentically measure man’s value or his nullity … the absence of justice is the absence of what makes him man. - Plato. I have heard it said another way, as a dictum: He who is less than just is less than man.
