"To listen or not listen as a poorly paid but resplendently robed man strives to console us with scraps of ancient epistles and halting accounts hopelessly compromised by words of those intimations of divine joy that are like pain in that the instant they're gone the mind cannot remember or believe them. To witness the windows donated by departed patrons and the altar flowers arranged by withdrawn hands, and the whole considered spectacle lustrous beneath its patina of inheritance."
Which novel is this from?
StevenJames1010 9 months ago