Bless me Father, I ate a lizard.
That's where all of us are standing now, he thought. On the fat kindling of past sins.
Men must fumble awhile with error to separate it from truth, I think- as long as they don't seize the error hungrily because it has a pleasanter taste.
Ask for an omen, then stone it when it comes -- de essentia hominum.
I'm not so sure he's mad, Father. Just a little devious in his sanity.
When you tire of living, change itself seems evil, does it not? for then any change at all disturbs the deathlike peace of the life-weary.