“And you shouldn’t call me God either,” he said. “You don’t comprehend the word, and I don’t want to be God to you yet. You’re an invalid, not a disciple. Listen to me. Can you do that? I hate to push you, Harrowhark, but we have so little time.” This was not to be borne. “I still maintain some of my faculties, Lord.” “Well, that’s all anyone can hope for,” he said.
