The doctor's wife
Im lesenswerten Roman «The doctor‘s wife» des gebürtigen Iren Brian Moore (1921-1999), der den Ausbruch einer Frau mittleren Alters aus ihrem bisherigen Leben schildert, findet sich gegen Ende ein Gespräch zwischen der Protagonistin und einem Priester über den Glauben. Die Frau hat zu diesem Zeitpunkt nicht nur ihren Mann und ihr Kind verlassen, sondern auch ihren Geliebten, dem sie trotz ihrer Liebe nicht nach Amerika gefolgt ist. Sie bleibt allein in Paris zurück, wo sie den Priester aufsucht. Nachdem sie ihm erzählt hat, was geschehen ist, nimmt der Dialog in der Kathedrale von Notre-Dame folgenden Verlauf:
The priest looked at her left hand. «Have you left your husband?»
«Yes, I have.»
The priest separated his hands, turning the palms down on the ledger. «I see. And now you are going to start a new life?»
«Yes.»
«I remember the last time we talked,» the priest said. «You said then that your are not religious.»
«Yes.»
The priest looked beyond the pool of light, out into the darkness of the nave. «You do not believe in God?»
«I did once. But I don‘t now.»
«Why not, Madame?»
«Because it doesn‘t make sense. You can‘t go on believing, once you think the idea of God is ridiculous.»
The priest smiled, showing the gap between his teeth.
«I can,» he said. «And I do.»
She looked at him trough swollen eyelids. «That‘s a funny thing for a priest to say.»
«I know,» the priest said. «It doesn‘t make sense. But believing in God is like being in love. You don‘t to have reasons, or proofs, or justifications. You are in love, voilà tout. You know it.»
The woman began to weep.
The priest looked at her left hand. «Have you left your husband?»
«Yes, I have.»
The priest separated his hands, turning the palms down on the ledger. «I see. And now you are going to start a new life?»
«Yes.»
«I remember the last time we talked,» the priest said. «You said then that your are not religious.»
«Yes.»
The priest looked beyond the pool of light, out into the darkness of the nave. «You do not believe in God?»
«I did once. But I don‘t now.»
«Why not, Madame?»
«Because it doesn‘t make sense. You can‘t go on believing, once you think the idea of God is ridiculous.»
The priest smiled, showing the gap between his teeth.
«I can,» he said. «And I do.»
She looked at him trough swollen eyelids. «That‘s a funny thing for a priest to say.»
«I know,» the priest said. «It doesn‘t make sense. But believing in God is like being in love. You don‘t to have reasons, or proofs, or justifications. You are in love, voilà tout. You know it.»
The woman began to weep.
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