Joan, whom I wrote about three weeks ago, is still breathing. The noise of it, relayed down a 50p a minute hospital phone line, is like machinery dying.
\nI am off to see her at any moment, though I have been putting off this particular moment almost all morning.<\/p>\n\n
In the meantime, a thought bubbled up. True atheism is like celibacy. It may be good for the character. But it’s not a common grace.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Joan, whom I wrote about three weeks ago, is still breathing. The noise of it, relayed down a 50p a minute hospital phone line, is like machinery dying. I am off to see her at any moment, though I have … Continue reading