I think that was when the headmaster realized he had lost; he realized then that he was finished. Because, what could he do? Was he going to tell us to stop praying? We kept our heads bowed; and we kept praying. Even as awkward as he was, the Rev. Mr. Merrill had made it clear to us that there was no end to praying for Owen Meany.
John IrvingKnow the story before you fall in love with your first sentence. If you donโt know the story before you begin the story, what kind of a storyteller are you? Just an ordinary kind, just a mediocre kind โ making it up as you go along, like a common liar.
John Irving