“Why for you, specially?” he asked.
She looked up at him. There were tears in her eyes. He believed she was hesitating, undecided whether to let him into a new chamber of her being, or whether to close a half-opened door against him.
“It’s very difficult to submit, I think, for some of us,” she answered, after a pause, slowly. “Those old Greeks must have known how to do it.”
“To submit to sorrow?”
“Yes, to a great sorrow. Such a thing is like an attack in the dark. If I am attacked I want to strike back and hurt.”
“But whom could you reasonably hurt on account of a death that came in the course of nature? That’s what you mean, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
After a slight hesitation she said:
“Do you mean that you don’t think we can hurt God?”
“I wonder,” Dion answered.