Uponthealtar,broadsweepsofgoldenrobes,greatdashesofcrimsonskirts,mitresandgleamingcrosses,thesoftneutralhueofrichlacevestments;thetenderheadsofchildhoodinpicturesqueattire;theproud,goldenmagnificenceofthedomedaltarwithitsweightingmassofliliesandwide—eyedroses,andthelongcandlesthatsparkledtheiryellowstarpointsabovethe...
night creeping in a bit sooner every day. Fresh apples and candles and pumpkin bread. Sweaters and breezes and leaves turning. Soccer and long walks and trips to the mountains.
Manuela bought a candle from the keeper of the little lodge at the entrance, and pausing one instant by the great sun-dial to see if the heavens and the hour were propitious, glided into the tiny chapel, dim and stifling with heavy air from myriad wish-candles blazing on the wide table...
rather, the Goliath of a garden serpent who tempted him to return to the sweet life,la dolce vita. It was the image of the grace of a God given vision to live a virtuous life. Its simple grace would be the stone that would bring down the giant of his own ego and worldliness....