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126 228 . the miracles of antichrist
There is such joy, a joy, the like of which she has
never beheld. The people love each other and are
like brothers. And this is not only because a
socialist comes home, but because they all believe that
the earth will soon be happy. " If he came now,
while this joy surges around her," she thinks.
" Could I, could I . .
She sees Bosco’s carriage trying to force its way
through the throng. It moves slowly, step by step.
Now and then it stands still. It will take several
hours before it comes up from the harbor.
" If that were he, and I saw all crowding about
him, could I then refrain from throwing myself in
his arms ? Could I ? "
As soon as she is able to work her way out of the
throng, she takes a carriage, rides out of Palermo
through Conca d’Oro’s plain to the old dome of the
Norman kings in Monreale.
She enters there and stands face to face with the
loveliest image of Christ that human skill has
created. Highest up in the chancel sits the blessed
Christ in radiant mosaic. He is mighty and
mysterious and majestic. Countless are they that
journey to Monreale to receive the comfort of
e-holding His face. Countless are they, who, in
distant countries, long to go to Him.
The ground rocks under him who beholds the
image for the first time. His eyes compel the
stranger to bend the knee. Without knowing it,
one’s lips stammer : " Thou, God, art God."
Round about the temple-walls the events of the
world glow in glorious mosaics. They only lead up
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