Diary of a Country Priest Page #5
What you promised to do
must be done today.
Tomorrow will be too late.
She knew I'd been to the rectory.
She is as sly as an animal!
I trusted her.
You get used to her eyes.
You imagine they're kind.
Now I'd like to tear out
those eyes of hers
and stamp on them
with my foot, like this!
Have you no fear of God?
I'll kill her!
Kill her or kill myself!
You mustn't stay here.
There's only one place
I can listen to you.
On your knees.
I don't want to confess.
You know quite well
all I ask is justice.
Ever since that beastly
woman came to the house -
Stay calm.
I am calm.
I wish you could be as calm as I am.
I heard them last night.
They don't even draw the curtains!
I know they'll get rid of me somehow.
I am to leave next Tuesday.
Mama finds it very proper
and practical.
Proper!
It's enough to make you laugh.
But she believes
anything they tell her,
like a frog swallowing flies.
Don't speak of your mother that way.
You don't love her.
You even -
- Go on. I hate her!
She's a fool and a coward.
for her own happiness.
Why do you look at me like that?
Leave me alone.
If you loved your father,
you wouldn't be
in this state of revolt.
I think I hate him.
I hate them all.
I'll get my revenge.
I'll run away.
I'll disgrace myself
and make sure he hears of it.
Then he'll suffer as I have.
It seemed I could read on her lips
other words that went unspoken.
You'll do no such thing.
I know that's not
Give me that letter.
The letter you have in your pocket.
I said whatever came to me,
and yet, strangely enough,
I was sure I was right.
Give it to me.
She didn't try to resist
and handed me the letter.
You must be the devil!
TO MY FATHER:
I threw the letter
into the fire, unread.
Hers was a distress no priest
should approach without trembling.
I thought I read suicide in her eyes.
But perhaps it was
only a fleeting impulse
whose very fervor made it suspect.
I was nothing
but a miserable, unworthy priest.
I shouldn't have received Miss Chantal
or listened to her.
God was punishing me.
I knew my words
could not be taken back
and that I had to see it to the end.
I fear she may do something rash.
That's the last thing she'd do.
She's terribly afraid of death.
Those are the ones
who kill themselves.
Someone must have told you that.
It's outside your personal experience.
Are you yourself afraid of death?
Yes, madam.
But let me be quite frank:
To die is difficult.
Especially for the proud.
I fear my death less than yours.
My husband can keep
whomever he likes here.
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