“The gentle child shivers with cold on the edge of a criminal world while angels promise peace to men of good will—a peace that can be discovered only after a full measure of suffering; but in the shadows of his birthplace Herod’s soldiers sharpen their knives for a slaughter of innocents that will apparently never end.”—Francois Mauriac, The Son of Man, translated by Bernard Murchland (1958)
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