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Show o j) tithe Other was going to k i l l him, just as he had k i l l e d his own brother, just as Cain had k i l l e d Abel. And when I could not write the scene which I saw, a deep c h i l l overtook me, emanating from the damp summer grass beneath my rounded belly so that I dug my n a i l s into the earth and bent close to draw a sweet breath from i t , but s t i l l I could not write the ending that I suddenly f e l t there would be. That I knew, given the Old Testament milieu of blood s a c r i f i c e and of prophets decrying the acts of men, that I knew in my heart would eventa^lly have to be. For in the l a s t days there will be opposition in a l l things. |