"Always when I leave the village," the Bishop said slowly, "I try to define what it means to me, why it sends me back to the world refreshed and confident. Always I fail. It is so simple, it is difficult. When I try to put it into words, it comes out one of those unctuous, over-pious platitudes at which Bishops are expected to excel."...
"...I know...That for me it has always been easier here, where only the fundamentals count, to learn what every man must learn in this world...Enough of the meaning of life to be ready to die..."
I Heard the Owl Call My Name by Margaret Craven p.144
