Jan 1, 2010
After dinner and an evening of conversation, the narrator feels comfortable enough to ask his old friend Owen Aherne a question that has been troubling him for many years: For years Aherne has cared for nothing but theology and mysticism—why has he not followed through on his original vocation for the church? Aherne considers his answer, meditatively holding a glass of red wine in his hand, “its deep red light dyeing his long delicate fingers,” making him look as if he were “holding a flame in his naked hand.” As he waits for Aherne's answer, the narrator...
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