Diary of a Country Priest Page #6
Yet another scandal.
My poor head
couldn't stand it anymore.
The image of the Holy Virgin
as described by the priest
was constantly before me.
A sublime creature. Her hands-
I stared at her hands.
Now I'd see them,
now they'd disappear.
As my pain grew more extreme,
I took one of them in mine.
It was the hand of a poor child,
already roughened
by hard work and washing.
I closed my eyes.
I feared, when opening them again,
to see the face before which
every knee must bend.
I saw Him.
It was a child's face,
without the slightest radiance.
I filled it at the pond.
It seemed safer.
They're all there in the house.
I had gone out
to bring the cows in.
You shouldn't let yourself
get in such a state!
I thought you were dead.
- I have to get up.
- You can't go home looking like that.
What's wrong with me?
You've vomited.
It's smeared all over your face
as if you'd been eating blackberries.
You're shaking.
Let me do it. I'm used to it.
My, my. Another thing entirely
from last week at the wedding!
Come to the rectory tomorrow.
I'll explain.
Heavens, no!
I've said too many
Terrible things.
I know you didn't
do this on purpose.
They probably put
some powder in your glass.
They do things like that for fun.
But thanks to me,
they won't have their fun this time.
I'll take you as far as the road.
Hurry home now.
I had a dream about you last night.
You looked miserable.
I woke up crying.
The cloth was stiff,
I realized I'd lost a lot of blood.
I was so surprised-
fear of death came only later-
that I decided to take
the first train to Lille in the morning.
At the cock's crow,
I woke feeling fine.
Another bit of hemorrhaging.
More like spitting blood.
Fear of death.
Strange how my whole body seems
to quiver around one point in my breast.
Dawn is always so sweet to me.
Bless mornings!
I pray better.
You're going away tomorrow, I hear.
Yes.
Will you be coming back?
That depends.
It depends... on you?
On the doctor I'm to see in Lille.
I thought -
That's Olivier's motorcycle.
My cousin.
Help me
as long as you're here -
against your father's will,
I might add.
You sure keep your cards hidden.
May I ask what you think of me?
A priest has no opinions.
You have eyes and ears
and make use of them
like everyone else, I suppose.
They would tell me nothing
about you.
Why not?
You're always restless,
hoping to conceal
the truth of your soul
I'm not afraid of the truth.
And if you're daring me -
I'm not daring you.
I'd only agree to hear your confession
if you were in danger of death.
Absolution will come
in due time, I hope,
and from someone else's hand.
That wasn't hard to predict.
Father will be sure
to have you transferred.
Everyone here
takes you for a drunkard.
If you only knew
what I think of life.
I want everything.
I'll try everything.
I know plenty of others have died
without managing to do that.
If life disappoints me, so be it.
I will sin just for sin's sake.
That's the moment you'll find God.
I feel like - I don't know -
insulting you!
You think you can decide my fate
against my will?
I'll damn myself if I please.
I answer for you, soul for soul.
Are you just saying
whatever strikes your fancy?
I was at the window
when you spoke with Mother.
All of a sudden,
her expression became so gentle.
I don't believe in miracles
any more than I do in ghosts,
but I think I knew my mother.
She cared for fine phrases
like a fish cares for apples.
Do you have some secret?
A lost secret.
You too will find it
and lose it in turn,
and others will pass it on after you.
Where are you going, Father?
To Mzargues, to catch the train.
Ever ridden on one of these?
Want to try?
Come on.
You're not frightened?
How could I feel
so miraculously young then?
Yes, as young as my companion.
Things suddenly seemed simple.
Youth is blessed.
It's a risk you take,
and even that risk is blessed.
Hold on!
By some premonition
I can't explain,
I understood that God
didn't want me to die
without knowing
something of this risk.
Just enough for my sacrifice
to be complete when it's time came.
Too bad you're leaving.
We could have done this again.
I like you.
We could have been friends.
Me, your friend?
Of course.
Not that I haven't heard
plenty about you.
My uncle thinks you're a filthy,
good-for-nothing little priest.
I don't suppose you care
what he thinks.
You probably don't know
I'm in the Foreign Regiment.
The Regiment?
The Legion, I mean.
If you could only see yourself.
See myself?
Without that black robe,
you'd look like any one of us.
I could see that right off the bat.
You don't mean it.
I certainly do.
What? A priest?
There are plenty of priests
out there.
My major's orderly was one.
We only found out afterwards.
Afterwards?
After his death.
How did he die?
On a mule,
strung up like a sausage,
That's not what I meant.
Look, I won't lie to you.
The guys like to show off
when their time has come.
They have an expression or two
you'd probably call blasphemy.
But if God doesn't save all soldiers
precisely because they're soldiers,
then what's the use?
One more blasphemy
for good measure, and then... bam.
It's always the same motto:
''All or nothing.''
I bet you yourself-
You know, my uncle's right when he says
you have no social skills.
Admit it, our world isn't theirs.
I don't reject theirs.
But it lacks love.
Our chaps don't have
your wisdom in the matter.
God seems to them to stand
Their own law has the merit
of costing a lot, an awful lot.
It's like a sacrificial altar.
Just a stone,
no larger than any other.
DR. LAVIGNE
PROFESSOR, FACULTY OF MEDICI NE
toward the station.
I entered an old church.
I didn't even know its name.
I'd never felt such a violent,
physical revulsion to prayer.
My will was helpless
in the face of it.
This way you can go on
quietly writing your sermon.
When I was young,
priests used to eat too much.
Now you're as skinny as alley cats.
Beginnings are always hard.
Never mind. At your age
you have your whole life before you.
I knew to keep calm,
I had to keep silent.
Cancer.
Stomach cancer.
The words had rung in my ears
but left my mind empty.
I had expected something else::
tuberculosis.
I think I just frowned,
like when hearing of a difficult problem.
It took me a long time to realize
I was to die from a disease
that rarely strikes people of my age.
She left me alone
with a cup of black coffee.
I felt well and even
fell asleep for an instant.
When I woke...
God, I must write it down.
I think of my last
few mornings this week,
of the cock's crow
and my peaceful window.
How fresh and pure it all was.!
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