- rounded with delicate attentions I can no
longer feel this joy."
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII
The Sister infirmarian remarking,
"It is said that you have never suffered
very much." Thérèse smiled and pointing
to a glass containing a draught of
medicine, bright red in colour, replied,
"See this little glass, one would imagine
it full of some choice liqueur, but in
reality I take nothing that is more bitter.
Well! it is an image of my life; to the
eyes of others it has ever appeared
clothed in the most radiant hues; to
them it seemed as though I drank a
delicious liqueur, while in truth it was
bitterness. I say bitterness, and yet
my life has not been bitter, for I have
known how to make of all bitterness my
sweetness and my joy."
"You are in great pain at this moment, are you not?" "Yes . . . but I have so much desired to suffer."
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII
