XVII
In his diary which he gave me to read, I was struck by a strange aphorism: "God is my desire."
To-day, on returning him the book, I asked him what it meant.
"An unfinished thought," he said, glancing at the page and screwing up his eyes. "I must have wanted to say: 'God is my desire to know Him.' ... No, not that ..." He began to laugh, and, rolling up the book into a tube, he put it into the big pocket of his blouse. With God he has very suspicious relations; they sometimes remind me of the relation of "two bears in one den."