Once, it had come to him that the whole history of mankind had failed the Sermon on the Mount, the bitterness of that only resolved by the understanding he came to that maybe the aspiration was more important than the realisation, and maybe Christ knew that. As he stood by the window, what filled Jack Troy then was the fantastical idea of grace as an actual thing. That it was something real, and at that moment the thing he suddenly longed for the most: for one last time, to make an act of grace, even if he was not sure he believed in it, or in the daylight could have explained why.
