Armand and Margherite. The diary of Countess Margherite during the French Revolution.
Preliminaries being exhausted, she went straight to the point.
── Friar Rosemary, I am possessed by the devil. At night it takes me, it holds me, it forces me. Eventually, it takes hold of my soul.
The good friar gets bored. Why is it never a penitent, who comes to confess she killed a neighbour? They are always possessed by the devil. While the countess explains in detail, what she supposedly thought was evil, the monk slips into a light sleep. When a buzz comes out from the grille, a surprised Margherite interrupts her tale:
── Friar Rosemary, is perhaps the devil with you? ── She pats on the little grille again and awakens the good man.
── No, countess. There are no demons in here. God forbid.
── So assign a penance to me, now I have told you enough.
Margherite is expecting a significant punishment. Praying with chickpeas under the knees? Walking on pins and needles, while reading the life of St. Anacleta? The response of the monk disappoints, but comforts her.
── Countess, drop a few hundred-franc notes in the collection box for the poor. Charitable souls terrify devils.
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Published: Feb. 24, 2016