Émile Zola

“For a few moments, raising his arms desperately, the Reverend Mouret implored Heaven. His shoulder-blades cracked, with such fantastic force did he pray. But soon enough his arms fell to his sides, his hopes abashed. From heaven came one of those silences utterly void of hope known to the devout.”

Émile Zola, La Faute de l'abbé Mouret
tags: hope, prayer, praying
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