Remembering, however, that there was more joy to the pastor in one sinner who repents than in ten righteous men, I took the young man aside where no one could hear us, and entered into a brief conversation with him.
"Did you call me a liar, my child ?" Moved by my kindness, the poor young man became confused and answered hesitatingly: "Pardon me for my harshness, but it seems to me that you are not telling the truth." "I understand you, my friend.

You must have been agitated by the intense ecstasy of the women, and you, as a sensible man, not inclined to mysticism, suspected me of fraud, of a hideous fraud.

No, no, don't excuse yourself.

I understand you.

But I wish you would understand me.
Out of the mire of superstitions, out of the deep gulf of prejudices and unfounded beliefs, I want to lead their strayed thoughts and place them upon the solid foundation of strictly logical reasoning.