… At this his relations were sore amazed; not for that they believed
that what he said to them was true, but because they thought that
some frenzy distemper had got into his head; therefore, it drawing
towards night, and they hoping that sleep might settle his brains,
with all haste they got him to bed.
But the night was as troublesome to him as the day; wherefore,
instead of sleeping, he spent it in sighs and tears.
So, when the morning was come, they would know
how he did. He told them, Worse and worse:
he also set to talking to them again; but they began to be hardened.
They also thought to drive away his distemper
by harsh and surly carriages to him; sometimes they would
deride, sometimes they would chide, and sometimes
they would quite neglect him.
Wherefore he began to retire himself to his chamber…
… to pray for and pity them,
and also to console his own misery;
he would also walk solitarily in the fields,
sometimes reading, and sometimes praying:
and thus for some days he spent his time.
Now, I saw, upon a time, when he was walking in the fields,
that he was, as he was wont, reading in his book,
and greatly distressed in his mind;
and as he read, he burst out, as he had done once before, crying,
What shall I do to be saved?
The Pilgrim’s Progress
Reflections from the, ‘Castles of the Mind’, weekend,
organised by Steve Tanham and Barbara Walsh.