CHAPTER SEVENTY
– What is this prince? (asked Sleepy Eyes)
– He’s the one I am supposed to marry. (said Lucy)
– Is that what you want?
– I don’t know. (said Lucy looking directly into the eyes of Sleepy Eyes)
– I want you do something for me Lucy.
– OK.
– I want you to tell me what light means to you.
– OK.
– So tell me.
– Light is. Cracked.
– Cracked?
– There’s a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.
– Hm. That’s very good Lucy. Are you feeling spiritual Lucy?
– Spiritual?
– Yes. Do you feel holy. In touch with the divine?
– Divine?
– Do you feel at one with everything?
– Sort of.
– Good.
– Do you feel sick Lucy? Do you feel full? So full of the holy you want to stick you fingers down your throat and puke?
There was a pause while the suggestion registered. Then Lucy walked toward the corner of the room and stuck her fingers down her throat.
– Good Lucy. Very good.
Never Mind the Beasts 
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