July 24, 2008

"It seemed to him that the Power in which he had vainly trusted among the streets and in prayer meetings, was very far away from this land in which he had taken refuge, where men lived in careless abundance, knowing and needing nothing of that trust, which, for him, had been turned to bitterness. The little light he possessed spread its beams so narrowly, that frustrated belief was a curtain broad enough to create for him the blackness of night."
- George Elliot, "Silas Marner"