I hadn't realised that Betty was the silent third in this dialogue. Iought to have guessed it. Not that her worst enemy ever accused her ofbeing The Silent Woman--remember the night at Mullingar--but that hersilences during a prolonged argument between you and me are usually of avery emphatic, audible, and even dialectical character. One knows she isgetting her broom ready and will soon sweep up all our breakages. On thepresent point she is right. I am making very heavy weather of whatmost believers find a very simple matter. What is more natural, andeasier, if you believe in God, than to address Him? How could one not?
The right view returns magnificently in Newman's Dream. There, if Iremember it rightly, the saved soul, at the very foot of the throne,begs to be taken away and cleansed. It cannot bear for a moment longer\"With its darkness to affront that light.\" Religion has reclaimedPurgatory.
Our souls demand Purgatory, don't they? Would it not break the heartif God said to us, \"It is true, my son, that your breath smells and yourrags drip with mud and slime, but we are charitable here and no one willupbraid you with these things, nor draw away from you. Enter into thejoy.\"? Should we not reply, \"With submission, sir, and if there is noobjection, I'd rather be cleaned first.\" \"It may hurt, you know\"--\"Evenso, sir.\"
Well, let's now at any rate come clean. Prayer is irksome. An excuse toomit it is never unwelcome. When it is over, this casts a feeling ofrelief and holiday over the rest of the day. We are reluctant to begin.We are delighted to finish. While we are at prayer, but not while we arereading a novel or solving a cross-word puzzle, any trifle is enough todistract us.
Throwing paper planes onto the stage is a long-standing tradition. For many years Professor Roy J. Glauber swept the stage clean of the airplanes as the official \"Keeper of the Broom\". Glauber could not attend the 2005 awards because he was traveling to Stockholm to claim a genuine Nobel Prize in Physics.