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Wrenn piped:
"Honestly, I don't see that at _all_. I don't see how anybody
could disbelieve anything after a sunset like that. Makes me
believe all sorts of thing--gets me going--I imagine I'm all
sorts of places--on the Nile and so on."
"Sure! That's just it. Everything's so peaceful and natural.
Just _is_. Gives the imagination enough to do, even by itself,
without having to have religion."
"Well," reflected Mr. Wrenn, "I don't hardly ever go to church.
I don't believe much in all them highbrow sermons that don't
come down to brass tacks--ain't got nothing to do with real
folks. But just the same, I love to go up to St. Patrick's
Cathedral. Why, I get real _thrilled_--I hope you won't think
I'm trying to get high-browed, Mr. Morton."
"Why, no. Cer'nly not. I understand. Gwan."
"It gets me going when I look down the aisle at the altar and
see the arches and so on. And the priests in their robes--they
look so--so way up--oh, I dunno just how to say it--so kind of
_uplifted_."
"Sure, I know.


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