not a slave
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| Introduction | "at the last moment of all, the convert often feels as if he were looking through a leper's window. he is looking through a little crack or crooked hole that seems to grow smaller as he stares at it; but it is an opening that looks towards the Altar. only, when he has entered the Church, he finds that the Church is much larger inside than it is outside. he has left behind him the lop-sidedness of lepers' windows and even in a sense the narrowness of Gothic doors; and he is under vast domes as open as the Renaissance and as universal as the Republic of the world. he can say in a sense unknown to all modern men certain ancient and serene words: Romanus civis sum; (I am a citizen of Rome, I am not a slave.)" |
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