Interests: When I was a boy I had faith in the Christian God. Life under his shadow was a very serious affair; I saw Him incarnated in every tragedy. He belonged to the lacrimae rerum like a gigantic figure looming through the Scottish mist. Now that I approached the end of life, it was only my sense of humor that enabled me sometimes to believe in Him. Life was a comedy, not the tragedy for which I had been prepared… -Greene In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its loose graveclothes, giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath bent over him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ashes. -Joyce In fact, if anyone should consider the moral meaning of the linen rochet, so striking because of its snowy whiteness, namely a life innocent in all respects; or the significance of the miter, with its two horns joined by one knot at the top, namely a thorough knowledge of both the Old Testamen

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