The Well of Saint Clare by Anatole France
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Fra Giovanni doubted in his simplicity whether this discourse was altogether becoming. The Adversary read the holy man's thought, and reassured him, saying: "Such is the learning we are taught at School. I am a Theologian, I!" Then he got up, and added: "I regret to leave you, friend; but I cannot tarry longer with you. For I have many contradictions to pose to many men. I can taste no rest day nor night; but I must be going ceaselessly from place to place, setting down my lantern now on the scholar's desk, now at the bed's head of the sick man who cannot sleep." So saying, he went away as he had come. And the holy man Giovanni asked himself: "Why did this Doctor say, Truth was white, I wonder?" And lying in the straw he kept revolving this question in his head. His body shared the restlessness of his mind, and kept turning first one side then the other in search of the repose he could not find. XIV GIOVANNI'S DREAM And this is why, left alone in his dungeon, he prayed to the Lord, saying: "O Lord! Thy loving-kindness is infinite toward me, and Thy favour |
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