The mess on my desk
About Schweitzer's famous The Quest of the Historical Jesus (1906), Stephen Neill writes:
And as I'm writing a thesis with the intent to publish, in some sick way I feel coldly justified for the mess on my desk:
'Schweitzer has left on record some memories of the manner of its writing. Books were stacked everywhere in his room, including the floor, and those who came to see him had to edge their way perilously along the narrow waterways between tall islands of books' (The Interpretation of the NT, 206)
However, when Schweitzer wrote his Quest, he was (of course) a bachelor. He wasn't to marry Helene Bresslau until June 1912.
But I am married. And, as most know, wives tend to feel differently about these piles of books and paper. Very differently. Wrathful, even.
A face to strike terror into the heart of Terminator. If fact, she just had me in a terrible Chinese burn, so I've been forced to clean it all up (my Schweitzer argument didn't work) :-(