“It is of interest that Rimbaud, too, was followed in his restless wandering life by the prayers of his devout and rather dull little sister, and in the end it was her tide of grace that drew his soul across the river Styx to God.” Houselander, Guilt, 271.

[Since we are most of us dull, shouldn’t most of us pray?]

La fièvre la quitta.