I let them do it. If I had known, I would have torn her from their hands. You don't know: you havn't seen: it is so easy to talk when you don't know. You madden yourself with words: you damn yourself because it feels grand to throw oil on the flaming hell of your own temper. But when it is brought home to you; when you see the thing you have done; when it is blinding your eyes, stifling your nostrils, tearing your heart, then--then--O God, take away this sight from me! O Christ, deliver me from this fire that is consuming me!
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Quote from George Bernard Shaw's "Saint Joan"
The Chaplain from Saint Joan:
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