To the priest on her deathbed when he tells her to let go of earthly concerns: “Nonsense, my good man; the mere thought of my departure fills me with infinite sadness. I shall miss even the crude bench on which you are sitting.”
To the priest on her deathbed when he tells her to let go of earthly concerns: “Nonsense, my good man; the mere thought of my departure fills me with infinite sadness. I shall miss even the crude bench on which you are sitting.”