“And this?”
“This also?”
“And this?”
“I have flung this, too, away.”
“Have you anything now about you that you treasure?”
“I have nothing.”
“Friends, ties, ambitions?”
“They are all gone.”
Then out of the heart of the storm there came Voices:—
“Blessed be Pain and Torment and every torture of the Body ... Blessed be Plague and Pestilence and the Illness of Nations....