Word: loved
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Because," he answers, "God believes it will be demonstrated that Job loves and fears God because He is God and not because Job is prosperous . . . that Job will still love God and fear him in adversity, in misfortune, in the worst of misfortunes-in spite of everything . . . Which means that in the conflict between God and Satan, in the struggle between good and evil. God stakes his supremacy as God upon man's fortitude and love. Which means, again, that where the nature of man is in question . . . God has need...
...depends on God for all things: God depends on man for one. Without man's love God does not exist as God, only as creator, and love is the one thing no one, not even God himself, can command. It is a free gift or it is nothing. And it is most itself, most free, when it is offered in spite of suffering, of injustice, and of death . . . The justification of the injustice of the universe is not our blind acceptance of God's inexplicable will, nor our trust in God's love, his dark and incomprehensible...
...tall, worn, woebegone. He stammers foolishly when he tries to speak, often does not hear what is said to him. A creased, dirty raincoat is his unvarying costume; he wanders abstractedly, clutching a camera and a sackful of pointless documents. Says a woman, exasperated to find herself in love with him: "What do you think you are, a saint?" That is precisely the point about Antoine Montés: he is a scarecrow and a chronic victim, but he is also a kind of saint-a holy fool...
...only close acquaintance. Antoine Montés came to the savagely provincial winegrowing town to claim an inheritance, the narrator recalls, his memory distorted by a sense of tragedy lurking in his background. The newcomer's father was once a prosperous winegrower. His mother surprised her husband making love to a maid and, with her baby still unborn, retreated grimly to the distant home. From such earth, Author Simon grows a strange, sour wine...
...existence of a man so out of joint with his world that he cannot feel hate, is incapable of acting in self-interest or even self-protection. He is a blind soul who probes his way, not with the white cane of rationality but with a mild, gentle love...