He had not had a punishment for months, and "Oh, Frank, the joy of reading when you like and writing as you please--the delight of living again!" He was so infinitely improved that his talk delighted me.
"What books have you ?" I asked.
"I thought I should like the 'Oedipus Rex,'" he replied gravely; "but I could not read it.

It all seemed unreal to me.

Then I thought of St.
Augustine, but he was worse still.

The fathers of the Church were still further away from me; they all found it so easy to repent and change their lives: it does not seem to me easy.

At last I got hold of Dante.
Dante was what I wanted.