Easter

"It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone. The world is full of dark derelicts. The better way - the Marulli of that old Rome would have known it - there comes a time for decent, honorable retirement, not dramatic, not punishment of self or family - just good-by, a warm bath and an opened vein, a warm sea and a razor blade. The ground swell on the rising tide whished into the Place and raised my legs and hips and swung them to the side and carried my wet folded raincoat out with it. I rolled on one hip and reached in my side pocket for my razor blades and I felt the lump. Then in wonder I remembered the caressing, stroking hands of the light-bearer. For a moment it resisted coming out of my wet pocket. Then in my hand it gathered every bit of light there was and seemed red - dark red. A surge of wave pushed me against the very back of the Place. And the tempo of the sea speeded up. I had to fight the water to get out, and I had to get out. I rolled and scrambled and splashed chest deep in the surf and the brisking waves pushed me against the old sea wall. I had to get back - had to return the talisman to its new owner. Else another light might go out." - John Steinbeck, "The Winter of Our Discontent"

Holy Saturday

"That Saturday morning seemed to have a pattern. I wonder whether all days have. It was a withdrawn day. The little gray whisper of my Aunt Deborah came to me, "Of course, Jesus is dead. This is the only day in the world's days when He is dead. And all men and women are dead too. Jesus is in Hell. But tomorrow. Just wait until tomorrow. Then you'll see something." - John Steinbeck, "The Winter of Our Discontent"

Holy Friday - Good Friday has always troubled me

"Good Friday has always troubled me. Even as a child I was deep taken with sorrow, not at the agony of the crucifixion, but feeling the blighting loneliness of the Crucified. And I have never lost the sorrow, planted by Matthew, and read to me in the clipped, tight speech of my New England Great Aunt Deborah. Perhaps it was worse this year. We do take the story to ourselves and identify with it."

Holy Friday - Why do they call it Good Friday?

"Why do they call it Good Friday?" "It's from the Latin," said Joey. "Goodus, goodilius, goodum, meaning lousy." - John Steinbeck, "The Winter of Our Discontent"

Holy Friday - I do love you

"She put her arms around him. "Let's be silly," she said. "Please don't say swear words on Good Friday. I do love you" - John Steinbeck, "The Winter of Our Discontent"

Holy Friday - Do you remember?

"Did you wake up silly?" "The year's at the day. The day's at the morn." "I guess you did. Do you remember it's Good Friday?" He said hollowly, "The dirty Romans are forming up for Calvary." "Don't be sacrilegious. Will Marullo let you close the store at eleven?" - John Steinbeck, "The Winter of Our Discontent"

Holy Thursday

“I didn’t always use Major Charley’s method, but on a day like this Thursday, when I knew my attention should be as uninterrupted as possible, I awakened when the day opened its door a crack and 1 visited my family as Major Charley had. I visited them in chronological order, bowed to Aunt Deborah. She was named for Deborah the Judge of Israel and I have read that a judge was a military leader. Perhaps she responded to her name. My great-aunt could have led armies. She did marshal the cohorts of thought. My joy in earning for no visible profit came from her. Stern though she was, she was charged with curiosity and had little use for anyone who was not. I gave her my obeisance.” - John Steinbeck, "The Winter of Our Discontent"

John Steinbeck, "The Winter of Our Discontent" - Páscoa 6

John Steinbeck, "The Winter of Our Discontent" - Páscoa 7

John Steinbeck, "The Winter of Our Discontent" - Páscoa 5

John Steinbeck, "The Winter of Our Discontent" - Páscoa 3

John Steinbeck, "The Winter of Our Discontent" - Páscoa 4

John Steinbeck, "The Winter of Our Discontent" - Páscoa 1

John Steinbeck, "The Winter of Our Discontent" - Páscoa 2