Rowan Williams is how we imagine Pozzo’s Lucky in the days when he used to delight his master with his ‘thinking’ (Waiting for Godot, Act One:)
He even used to think very prettily once, I could listen to him for hours. Now . . . (he shudders)
Rowan speaks both as someone who has already, and for some time, thought deeply about whatever he’s talking about, and also as someone who is thinking about it for the first time, who is feeling his way. Such wise honesty, such honest wisdom.