there's a monastery in england that trains poor boys for the anglican priesthood.nderful place. it was a kindly, eccentric, mad place. these lovely old monks trained us. not very well, they weren't trained teachers. it deeply embedded itself in my psyche. but it was a strange disruption, from a random street in alexandria, to this big manner, some mansion house on the banks of the trent. you say in your book, leaving alexandria, the name of the town you grew up in, that you were looking for something called transcendence. what do you understand by that? i think we're all, to some extent, i think we human animals are very strange creatures. we're not comfortably embedded in nature, the way my wee dog is, or cows in the hills are, or kangaroos in the outback. we're conscious of ourselves, were aware of being strange creatures in a universe that doesn't explain itself, that doesn't offer an immediate manual of meaning. i think the human animal, therefore, hungers for meaning and purpose in an apparently meaningless and purposeless universe. so we're very divided, and