“His name will be Joseph Abravanel Gonzola Garrison.”
Floyd thought it too high-sounding for modern times—an American citizen couldn’t carry it, but Julie had her way.
After Father Cabello’s departure, she went seldom to the Cathedral and gradually ceased altogether.
“I’ve lived all my life under the tyranny of two religions. My boy must be free of that; when he is old enough he will choose for himself.” But she still read her grandfather’s little Hebrew book at night when she couldn’t sleep, or when she awoke terrified from the reality of her dreams. She never spoke of it to Floyd, and he didn’t like to intrude.
BOOK II
“The Present—gray tones of actuality—A moving picture.
Crowds struggling—Shattered Ideals—Truth in danger.”