“I just got to wondering,”
she said this day. “We say ‘my conscience’ like we’d say ‘my nose’ or ‘my
hand.’ And we feel its pain, and its pain, like I say, is its pain, not like any
other. But then we don’t know what we’re talking about.”
“King David’s heart
hurts him when he’s been crooked,” he said after a little thought. “Job’s
heart tells him ‘You did nothing wrong.’ But old Thomas Aquinas had it figured
this way, conscience is really a telephone line. Telephones hadn’t been
invented then, of course, but that’s how he described it, man and God hooked up
like . . . What he really meant . . . a hot line. Lift the receiver, ‘Man?’
‘Yeah.’ ‘God.’”
--From Variation West
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