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132 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1953
No man has ever worked a miracle. The atheists are often right. It is God who works miracles.
Obedience. The most thrilling word in the world; a very thunderclap of a word. Why do all these fools fancy that the soul is only free when it disagrees with the common command? Even the mobs who rise to burn and destroy owe all their grandeur and terror, and a sort of authority, not to their anger but to their agreement. Why should mere disagreement make us feel free?... Do you suppose that nuns are unhappy? I never see them pass, silent and hooded, through their quiet cloisters but I have a vision: a vast vision of Amazons, wilder than any heathen Valkyrs, riders rushing into battle; a charge of chivalry going all one way, and every rider as free as Joan of Arc; galloping, galloping to God.
I have just drunk wine as was never drunk since the feast of Cana... the wine of surprise. Only God could work such a miracle. I never drank that at any banquet or in any tavern; for there I was expecting wine. I never drank it till this night, when I was stunned, blinded, in the black darkness, desperate, believing myself buried alive. But thou hast kept the good wine until now.