Diary of a Country Priest Page #3
He'd just returned from hunting.
When things get you down,
come and pay me a call.
I wouldn't say that to everyone,
but the priest in Torcy has spoken of you.
And I like your eyes.
Faithful eyes.
Dog's eyes.
You and Torcy and I
are of the same race, an odd race.
The idea that I belonged
to the same race as these hefty men
would never have occurred to me.
- What race?
- The race that holds on.
And why does it hold on?
No one quite knows.
As a schoolboy I came up
with a motto for myself:
''Face up to it.''
Face up to what? I ask you.
Injustice?
I'm not one to go around
babbling about justice.
I don't expect it for myself.
From whom should I ask it?
I don't believe in God.
I'm not very experienced,
but I always recognize the tone
that gives away a deeply wounded soul.
You're not up to much.
Just look at that.
Anyone can see you've not
always had enough to eat.
Well, it's too late now.
And the alcohol -what about that?
Alcohol?
Not what you've drunk, of course.
What was drunk for you,
long before you came into the world.
Sraphita worries me a lot.
I wonder sometimes if she hates me.
She torments me
with such exceptional maturity.
Morning, Sraphita.
I returned her book bag that afternoon.
I was received very roughly.
Yes, I scold myself
for praying so little and so poorly.
But do I have time to pray?
I met the priest from Torcy
on the road to Gesvres.
He gave me
a ride back to the rectory.
The bishop must be
hard up for priests
to put a parish in your hands.
I could burden you with advice,
but what's the point?
I've known pupils
who'd solve the toughest problems,
just like that, out of spite.
Where have I gone wrong?
You're too fussy.
Just like a hornet in a bottle.
But I think you have
the spirit of prayer.
Monks are more shrewd than us.
Besides, you have no common sense.
Your great schemes don't hold water.
As for knowledge of men,
the less said the better.
Face-to-face with your new parish,
you cut an odd figure.
And so?
So? Well, carry on.
What else can I say?
A bad night.
I never endeavored
to pray so much.
At first quietly, calmly,
then with an almost desperate will
that made my heart tremble.
This morning I received a letter
written on cheap paper,
unsigned.
''A well-wisher advises you
to seek a transfer to another parish.
The sooner, the better.
I feel sorry for you,
but I repeat:
Get out.''I made a strange discovery:
The handwriting was identical.
Another terrible night.
It was raining so hard
I didn't dare go to the church.
I couldn't pray.
I know very well that
the desire to pray is already prayer,
and that God couldn't ask for more.
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