Shane Malone - Eureka Street
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de Paul Society.' I explained that phenomenon.<br />
'So, good works' she said.<br />
'Yes, essentially.'<br />
'Do they believe'<br />
I sensed their doubts. 'Well, yes. The works are a manifestation of it. As it should be.' I knew I<br />
was getting defensive, or perhaps argumentative. 'It's what Christ says the crunch will be. Feeding<br />
the sick, clothing the naked etc.'<br />
The Americans were not to be deflected. 'But do Australians believe in their hearts in the Lord<br />
Jesus '<br />
'I really don't know.'<br />
The husband spoke.' "A man is ju tified by faith. " Romans 3, 28.'<br />
Ah, I thought, I see. 'I'm blowed if I know whether other people really have faith,' I said. 'It's<br />
hard enough knowing about myself.'<br />
'I believe in my heart,' the woman said. Her leg moved in a constant nervous kick. 'So I know<br />
I am saved.' She was not smug.<br />
'You can't know,' I said. 'That's presumption. As much a sin as despair. You know what Saint<br />
Augustine says,' I added, quoting Samuel Beckett, 'Do not depair; one of the thieves was saved. Do<br />
not presume; one of the thieves was damned.'<br />
'Because he was cho en for damnation,' shot in the man, rolling out an extended index finger.<br />
'What do you mean' I said. 'No one is chosen for damnation. God wills the salvation of every<br />
person he creates. Or at least wishes it.'<br />
'Ah no,' said the man, and he edged his chair closer. 'Judas. "None of them has been lost but<br />
the son of perdition." John 17,12.'<br />
'Is this the God who so loved the world that he gave his only-begotten son'<br />
'Predestination is a very hard one,' admitted the engineer with a reluctant shake of his head.<br />
'But the words are there.'<br />
'Yes, but how are they to be interpreted'<br />
'That's the trouble. Once you interpret one problem away, where's it all end'<br />
For two hours we refought the Reformation. The bar closed on us. The woman extended her<br />
hand, 'So good to meet you.' 'Yes, ' I said, vigorously. What do you make of all this I<br />
wondered, waving again at Florence.<br />
0<br />
MY LAST NIGHT 1 THE C ITY, when I went out to dinner, I was put at a table with an Italian man<br />
in his twenties and two Frenchwomen, companions, in their late forties. He spoke fair French, they<br />
spoke only French. I lurched unsystematically between French and Italian. He was a regular in the<br />
restaurant, and was detached. The women were civil servants from Paris, short-cropped and polite<br />
in their friendliness. The woman beside me asked permission to light her cigarette, and then turned<br />
to me and asked, 'Quels sont vas sentiments de Florence1'<br />
I told her I thought it was merviglioso. I told her how I had seen Fra Angelico on my first day.<br />
But after him, I added, a lot was troppo. I felt, aussi, triste, tres triste.'<br />
The Frenchwoman raised her eyebrows.<br />
So much was wine. Everywhere was wine. I asked did they know the Irish poet Yeats. No they<br />
didn't. I said he'd restored a tower, a Norman tower, for his wife, but the lines he wrote to be<br />
inscribed on it ended-and I did a rushed recitation:<br />
And may these characters remain<br />
When all is ruin once again.<br />
I gave a translation.<br />
Et restent ces paroles<br />
Quand tout est ruine encore une fois .<br />
I didn't have the French optative up my sleeve, so Yeats's wish got turned into a statement of<br />
fact. The Frenchwomen nodded slowly, politely. The Italian restorer stared impassively into the<br />
middle distance, then nodded for his bill.<br />
•<br />
Gerard Windsor visited Italy in February this year. Encounters with religious Italy: Lombriasco<br />
will appear in the May issue of Eurel