I measured the smallness of my sufferings against the great promise of peace confirmed in the stone of the tympanum. I asked God’s forgiveness for my frailty, and I crossed the threshold with new serenity.
And precisely here he becomes the unsympathetic narrator, experiencing serenity even while the girl will be burned. I now despise these monks and the way their theological system abstracts truth, beauty, and justice away frlm real embodied experience. It's been awhile since a book provoked so much anger in me.
