Eleanor's in it up to the neck. It seems
to me awful. Every fibre in my being revolts against him. Yet they're
all cocksure that he is the coming prophet. He must have convinced
himself that he is serving God. If I were a fighter I should feel I was
serving God trying to down Him. How do I know which of us is right?
Torquemada--Calvin," she went on, without giving Joan the chance of a
reply. "It's easy enough to see they were wrong now. But at the time
millions of people believed in them--felt it was God's voice speaking
through them. Joan of Arc! Fancy dying to put a thing like that upon a
throne. It would be funny if it wasn't so tragic. You can say she drove
out the English--saved France. But for what? The Bartholomew massacres.
The ruin of the Palatinate by Louis XIV. The horrors of the French
Revolution, ending with Napoleon and all the misery and degeneracy that
he bequeathed to Europe. History might have worked itself out so much
better if the poor child had left it alone and minded her sheep."
"Wouldn't that train of argument lead to nobody ever doing anything?"
suggested Joan.
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