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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells: hangs back in his palace from the very call of God, to a phrase
so fine and tragic as "the body of this death?"
He was the most unreal thing in the universe. He was a base
insect giving himself airs. What advantage has a bishop over the
Praying Mantis, that cricket which apes the attitude of piety?
Does he matter more--to God?
"To the God of the Universe, who can tell? To the God of man,--
yes."
He sat up in bed struck by his own answer, and full of an
indescribable hunger for God and an indescribable sense of his
complete want of courage to make the one simple appeal that would
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