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The Concerto of Deliverance
Hewasseeingafinelysculpturedfaceheldcomposedunderthelashingofhisinsults,hewashearingavoicethathadsaidtohimquietly,here,inthisroom:"ItisagainstthesinofforgivenessthatIwantedtowarnyou."Youwhohadknownitthen,hethought...buthedidnotfinishthesentenceinhismind,heletitendinthebittertwistofhissmile,becauseheknewwhathehadbeenabouttothink:Youwhohadknownitthen—forgiveme.
Thereitwas—hethought,lookingathisfamily—thenatureoftheirpleasformercy,thelogicofthosefeelingstheysorighteouslyproclaimedasnon-logical—therewasthesimple,brutalessenceofallmenwhospeakofbeingabletofeelwithoutthoughtandofplacingmercyoverjustice.
Theyhadknownwhattofear;theyhadgraspedandnamed,beforehehad,theonlywayofdeliveranceleftopentohim;theyhadunderstoodthehopelessnessofhisindustrialposition,thefutilityofhisstruggle,theimpossibleburdensdescendingtocrushhim;theyhadknownthatinreason,injustice,inself-preservation,hisonlycoursewastodropitallandrun—yettheywantedtoholdhim,tokeephiminthesacrificialfurnace,tomakehimletthemdevourthelastofhiminthenameofmercy,forgivenessandbrother-canniballove.
