novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- they shrank to remote, nervous points, like birds flying away. "That's enough!" yelled Dr. Howells, jumping to his feet. Louise stopped shaking her head. Her eyes were perfectly round. Mary had come to the end of her facts. She did not know what Brebeuf had said. Silence rose up around her; just when she thought she would go under and be lost in it she heard someone whistling in the hallway outside, trilling the notes like a bird, like many birds. "Mend your lives," she said. "You have deceived yourselves in the pride of your hearts, and the strength of your arms. Though you soar aloft like the eagle, though your nest is set among the stars, thence I will bring you down, says the Lord. Turn from power to love. Be kind. Do justice. Walk humbly." Louise was waving her arms. "Mary!" she shouted. But Mary had more to say, much more; she waved back at Louise, then turned off her hearing aid so that she would not be distracted again. from In the Garden of the North American Martyrs by Tobias Wolff. 5:42 pm - 02.23.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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