The reading of the chapter Wandering Rocks paused at: "He shut his eyes thight in delight, his body shrinking, and blew a sweet chirp from his lips" (10.565).
Catherine, who keeps us posted about the group's progress, comments:
Do you like to wander around? It turns your head in a meditative mood and sometimes "God" sends you some creative ideas. Who knows if something similar may be happening in this episode when Father Conmee thinks "of that tyrannous incontinence, needed however for men’s race on earth, and of the ways of God which were not our ways" (10.171). Is he including himself in "our ways"? It may be an honest thing to do…
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