“The young man could stand it no more. “What is this? I’ve been ambushed by a night patrol in full daylight! Your blitherings try to keep me from the presence of a holy man, but I know what light led me here, the same that turned the golden calf into words in a sacred story. A saint is a theater where the qualities of God can be seen. Don’t try to keep me out. Puff on this candle, and your face will get burned! Rather try blowing out the sun, or fitting a muzzle on the sea! Old bats like you dream that their cave-dark is everywhere, but it’s not.”
