and so....

those figures on the wall were very like....

and I thought they might be....' And the poor boy, who considered that he was making confession of a deadly and shameful sin, blushed scarlet, and stammered, and at last stopped.
'And thou thoughtest them beautiful?
Oh utter corruption of the flesh!--oh subtilty of Satan! The Lord forgive thee, as I do, my poor child; henceforth thou goest not beyond the garden walls.' 'Not beyond the walls! Impossible! I cannot! If thou wert not my father, I would say, I will not!--I must have liberty!--I must see for myself--I must judge for myself, what this world is of which you all talk so bitterly.

I long for no pomps and vanities.

I will promise you this moment, if you will, never to re-enter a heathen temple--to hide my face in the dust whenever I approach a woman.