By Graham Greene.
These quotes, these thoughts from the main character; he who is called “the whisky priest” by some of the laity in the villages he visits, during the persecuation of the clergy in Mexico. The priest is on the run; police are closing in; his compassion and the need of humanity force the priest to his destiny, if you like; he is reluctant to abandon those who need him, and those he cares for.
He was a man who was supposed to save souls. It had seemed quite simple, once, preaching at Benediction,organizing the guilds, having coffee with the elderly ladies behind barred windows, blessing new houses with a little incense, wearing black gloves..It was as easy as saving money: now it was a mystery. He was aware of his own desperate inadequacy.
How often the priest had heard the same confession – man was so limited he hadn’t even the ingenuity to invent a new vice: the animals knew as much. It was for this world that Christ had died: the more evil you saw and heard about you, the greater glory lay around the death. It was too easy to die for what was good or beautiful, for home or children or civilization – it needed a God to die for the half-hearted and the corrupt.