3819. She wanted to get out of
the house, even for a few minutes, but I ask you, could she have gone to a horse
race, could she have gone to an opera, or to some comic theater piece all of
Moscow was talking about. Picture to yourself, Clara in a box at the theater,
laughing till she has tears in her eyes, and then she sees the image of her husband in
bed with the death rattle already in his throat.
3820. None of those things were
possible. Now picture our dear Clara at the Bible study group, or better yet,
picture her on her knees in the sanctuary of an old church praying for the
salvation of her husband's soul, picture to yourself Clara lighting candles
before an old icon.
3821. But I reach the same
conclusion with all of those images and declare to you that Clara had as much interest
in candles and icons as she had in horse races and theater, every bit of it was
only an excuse to escape her house and the smell of medications and death. She was a hypocrite who said one thing
in order to do and think another, just as all of us do.
3822. But, in fairness to Clara,
I could be wrong. Perhaps she really did believe the Bible and all that, and
the gift of fresh air and the big wonderful and enticing world in-between her
house and the church was just an accidental blessing.
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