I hereby pronounce Brideshead Revisited to be one of my favorite novels, and one of the dozen or so great Catholic novels of the 20th century, ranking with the work of Sigrid Undset, Flannery O’Connor, and all the others.
Then I knelt, too, and prayed: “O God, if there is a God, forgive him his sins, if there is such a thing as sin,” and the man on the bed opened his eyes and gave a sigh, the sort of sigh I had imagined people made at the moment of death, but his eyes moved so that we knew there was still life in him.
I suddenly felt the longing for a sign, if only of courtesy, if only for the sake of the woman I loved, who knelt in front of me, praying, I knew, for a sign.
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