I.N.R.I.: A prisoner's Story of the Cross

by Peter Rosegger

"A sort of one!"

"Let's see, then. You have something to leave?"

"I have not. Another has."

The father turned over the sheets, read a line here and there, shook his shaven head a little, and said "It seems to resemble the New Testament. Have you been copying it from the Gospel?"

"No, I haven't got a New Testament. That's why I had to write this for myself."

"This Gospel! You've written one for yourself out of your own head?"

"Not exactly. Well, perhaps now and then I have. I've written what I could remember. I will be responsible for the errors."

"My curiosity grows," cried the father. "May I read it?"

"It's not worth your trouble, but I knew of nothing else to help me."

"The work has exhausted you, Ferleitner."