They wear the slightly bemused expressions of those who have ordered their filet well-done, only to find it served up tartare –but they’re too proud to return the meat to the kitchen.
Now, nearly two decades later, I was in the same place with Jonathan’s daughter, who had just turned twenty, and who was with me not on a journey but a pilgrimage.
After your promise, how dare you to ask me to let your hearts be stained with the blood of those who are innocent of the deed that has been done to us by others?