Sunday, June 17, 2007

Still the Serpent Whispering

They shook hands gingerly, but Dom Paulo knew that it was no token of any truce, but only of mutual respect between foes. Perhaps it would never be more.

But why must it all be acted again?

The answer was near at hand; there was still the serpent whispering: For God doth know that in what day soever you shall eat thereof, your eyes shall be opened: and you shall be as Gods. The old father of lies was clever at telling half-truths: How shall you "know" good and evil, until you shall have sampled a little? Taste and be as Gods. But neither infinite power nor infinite wisdom could bestow godhood upon men. For that there would have to be infinite love as well.


Walter M. Miller, Jr. A Canticle for Leibowitz. Bantam (New York: 1988) 220-221.

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