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ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-1-2
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-3-4
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-5-6
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-7
ANN VERONICA GATHERS POINTS OF VIEW-1-2
ANN VERONICA GATHERS POINTS OF VIEW-3
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-1-2
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-3-4-5
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-6-7
THE CRISIS-1-2-3-4
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON-1-2-3
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON-4-5-6
EXPOSTULATIONS-1-2-3-4
EXPOSTULATIONS-5-6
IDEALS AND A REALITY-1-2
IDEALS AND A REALITY-3-4
IDEALS AND A REALITY-5-6-7
BIOLOGY-1-2
BIOLOGY-3-4-5-6
BIOLOGY-7-8-9
DISCORDS-1
DISCORDS-2-3-4
DISCORDS-5-6-8-9
THE SUFFRAGETTES-1-2-3
THE SUFFRAGETTES-4-5
THOUGHTS IN PRISON-1-2-3-4-5-6
ANN VERONICA PUTS THINGS IN ORDER-1-2-3-4-5-6-7
THE SAPPHIRE RING-1-2-3-4
THE SAPPHIRE RING-5-6
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT-1-2-3
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT-4-5-6
THE LAST DAYS AT HOME-1-2-3
IN THE MOUNTAINS-1-2-3-4
IN THE MOUNTAINS-5-6-7-8-9-10-11
IN PERSPECTIVE-1-2-3

 

"Oh, sleep! Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!" 

 

 

 

Part 2 

 

 

"Now," said Ann Veronica, after the half-hour of exercise, and sitting 

on the uncomfortable wooden seat without a back that was her perch by 

day, "it's no good staying here in a sort of maze. I've got nothing to 

do for a month but think. I may as well think. I ought to be able to 

think things out. 

 

"How shall I put the question? What am I? What have I got to do with 

myself?... 

 

"I wonder if many people HAVE thought things out? 

 

"Are we all just seizing hold of phrases and obeying moods? 

 

"It wasn't so with old-fashioned people, they knew right from wrong; 

they had a clear-cut, religious faith that seemed to explain everything 

and give a rule for everything. We haven't. I haven't, anyhow. And it's 

no good pretending there is one when there isn't.... I suppose I 

believe in God.... Never really thought about Him--people don't.. 

.. I suppose my creed is, 'I believe rather indistinctly in God the 

Father Almighty, substratum of the evolutionary process, and, in a vein 

of vague sentimentality that doesn't give a datum for anything at all, 

in Jesus Christ, His Son.'... 

 

"It's no sort of good, Ann Veronica, pretending one does believe when 

one doesn't.... 

 

"And as for praying for faith--this sort of monologue is about as near 

as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. Aren't I asking--asking 

plainly now?... 

 

"We've all been mixing our ideas, and we've got intellectual hot 

coppers--every blessed one of us.... 

 

"A confusion of motives--that's what I am!... 

 

"There is this absurd craving for Mr. Capes--the 'Capes crave,' they 

would call it in America. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him, 

and think about him, and fail to get away from him? 

 

"It isn't all of me. 

 

"The first person you love, Ann Veronica, is yourself--get hold of that! 

The soul you have to save is Ann Veronica's soul...." 

 

She knelt upon the floor of her cell and clasped her hands, and remained 

for a long time in silence. 

 

"Oh, God!" she said at last, "how I wish I had been taught to pray!" 

 

 

 

Part 3 

 

 

She had some idea of putting these subtle and difficult issues to the 

chaplain when she was warned of his advent. But she had not reckoned 

with the etiquette of Canongate. She got up, as she had been told to 

do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to 

custom, on her stool. He still wore his hat, to show that the days 

of miracles and Christ being civil to sinners are over forever. She 


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