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In the Cathedral
wouldhavetowaitforhimforatleasthalfanhour.Ashewastiredhewantedtositdown,hewentbackinsidethecathedral,hefoundsomethinglikeasmallcarpetononeofthesteps,hemoveditwithhisfoottoanearbypew,wrappedhimselfuptighterinhiscoat,putthecollarupandsatdown.Topassthetimeheopenedthealbumandflickedthroughthepagesalittlebutsoonhadtogiveupasitbecamesodarkthatwhenhelookeduphecouldhardlymakeoutanythinginthesidenavenexttohim.
Inthedistancetherewasalargetriangleofcandlesflickeringonthemainaltar,K.wasnotcertainwhetherhehadseenthemearlier.Perhapstheyhadonlyjustbeenlit.Churchstaffcreepsilentlyaspartoftheirjob,youdon’tnoticethem.WhenK.happenedtoturnroundhealsosawatall,stoutcandleattachedtoacolumnnotfarbehindhim.Itwasallverypretty,buttotallyinadequatetoilluminatethepictureswhichwereusuallyleftinthedarknessofthesidealtars,andseemedtomakethedarknessallthedeeper.ItwasdiscourteousoftheItaliannottocomebutitwasalsosensibleofhim,therewouldhavebeennothingtosee,theywouldhavehadtocontentthemselveswithseekingoutafewpictureswithK.’selectricpockettorchandlookingatthemonesmallpartatatime.K.wentovertoanearbysidechapeltoseewhattheycouldhavehopedfor,hewentupafewstepstoalowmarblerailingandleantoverittolookatthealtarpicturebythelightofhistorch.Theeternallighthungdisturbinglyinfrontofit.
