“It isn't me, it's Christ.”

“What if it is, it's you!

And it's horrible, you wallowing in your own dead body, and thinking of eating it in the Sacrament.”

“You've to take it for what it means.”

“It means your human body put up to be slit and killed and then worshipped — what else?”

They lapsed into silence. His soul grew angry and aloof.

“And I think that lamb in Church,” she said, “is the biggest joke in the parish — — ”

She burst into a “Pouf” of ridiculing laughter.

“It might be, to those that see nothing in it,”