If you are a Seinfeld fan, then surely you remember the episode with the cashier. She had the southern accent and would leave long messages on George and Jerry’s answering machines where she would just ramble about nothing. They hated the messages, yet felt strangely compelled to listen.
That pretty much sums up my feelings about St Augustine’s Confessions. This book has arguably shaped our understanding of Christian spirituality in the west more than any other, so there is value in reading it. But man could he ramble on. Don’t even get me started on Book X.