Speak to me, Jacob, do not play the tyrant.
Speak to me.
Mots clés love
I followed him up the stairs. I was a fornicator, of unnatural appetite, in thrall to an Atheist. I repeated the words in my head and tried to feel the shock of them, but they remained strange and cruel, far removed from Ferris and me. It was simpler to say I was in love.
Maria McCannYou talked once of bodily dignity.’
‘I’ve seen heads shot off.
There had been a frozen mist here, and the trees were spun into feathers. Their fragile brilliance made me wonder why, into the spotlessness of Creation, God had seen fit to introduce soiling, twisting, rampaging, Man.
Maria McCannAre you afraid of dying, Ferris?'
'I'm afraid of not living.
But what virtue I do have is in me and of me. Men deny the good that comes from themselves, calling it God. So do they with their won evil, calling it the Devil.
Maria McCannI wondered at him, so wise and so foolish, to have lived with me all these months and not know that the worst storms break inside a man.
Maria McCannI dig and plough at your command,' I replied, 'but you will not tell me how to shit.
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