Book: A still small voice. Page 1

- I have to go, my Lord. Please...
- Where to go?
- To himself.
- I'll go with you.
She looked at him, clutching his hand to his tunic.
- I have no choice?
Mark knew what she would say if he would give her the choice. Speaking against all human instincts, her cursed God requires from his followers purity.
- What if I say no?
- I beg you not to rape me.
- Rape you? is the word and slashed him. - You belong to my family. Is it violence if something that belongs to me, I take what I want? And, in my opinion, I give you respect, even when...
Then he stopped listening to himself. For the first time, mark felt an unspeakable sense of shame. He stared at her, because for a moment saw himself as she must see him, and shuddered. He called her something. Something! Had he just thought about her? How about things that can enjoy, not caring about her feelings?

- I'm a slave.
- Can I not be reminded. I know who you are and what you are.
She closed her eyes. No, he doesn't know. In fact, he absolutely did not know about it. Anything very important.

... She recovered quickly and obediently lowered his head.
- Forgive me, my Lord.
His palm was burning from the slap, but it was nothing compared to how burned his conscience.

How can it be free a reprobate mind, if they become slaves of their own passions?

- Do not judge them so harshly, Decimus. There is neither yours, nor mine, nor of their guilt. To blame the world in which they live.
- And who makes this world, Phoebe? They want complete control of my life. They want to get rid of the old norms. Good for them whatever they pleased. They are willing to destroy anyone that gets in their way. They need to break the chains of morality and do not understand that only moral limitations and do civilized human being.

- ... All the gods are acting on their whims. What's different from the rest?
God is not like those idols which the people themselves create, and which give its qualities. God doesn't think and act like people.

Die the wise men, and foolish, Atret. The only difference is that the wise men are worthy of death.

Phoebe was even pleased that she did not answer immediately. Immediate response promises quickly forgotten promise.

- You doubt your own daughter?
I love her more than life itself, but it does not turn a blind eye to its shortcomings.

... Without his permission I nothing in the house can do, and I'm sick of this. How I wish that my father were Friends. Octavia can do whatever she likes.
Sometimes this freedom is not talking about love of parents, and about her absence.

I don't believe that the main goal in life is to be happy. She is to serve. In order to be useful.

We all serve someone or something, my Lord.

- Bless you God for your mercy, she said, and kissed the hand of a warrior.
He withdrew his hand.
- You already thanked me once. Remember? I gave you beans, and you... - he smiled. I've been watching you pray. Mile after mile, month after month. What sense is in it for you?
Her eyes filled with tears.
- What's the point? he asked, this time angrily, obviously wanting to hear her answer.
- Don't know yet.

If you're the big dog, it doesn't mean you're the smartest or the best.