Like many, if not all people, Cloda began to defend her beliefs in her sleep. In her dreams her sense of error was so profound and luminous it suggested an equally - if not greater - way that was right. Yet the right way was the hidden way. And in her dreams she encountered instead the wrong door, the wrong street, the wrong direction, the wrong room. And these encounters horrified her, confused her, kept her lost. To be in error is to feel oneself to be far from the source of happiness. It is to be far from or late to... and distance and time become then one thing, in the dream a torment of misdirected moves and inefficient machinery. To be in error is not to be wrong so much as to be separate from the source of a peaceful conscience, and the windy gap is cold and deep, like a portion of sea that seems to run right through the earth and meet its opposite ocean. She couldn't go home because she didn't know where home was!
Hope became her home instead. (Unhoping hours are the same as refugees from a cruel government.)
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(One has to continually prove one's worth through work. Isn't that right, Doctor? After all by now everyone knows that the elect need worldly success in order to prove to everyone that they are, in fact, endowed with a special grace. Otherwise sacredness would seem to be equally distributed among all people.)
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Fanny Howe - NOD