I have a little New Testament now of my own, full of sweet promises and words of love and peace.

When I read of the pearly gates and the streets of gold, and the city into which nothing unholy may enter, I long sorely to leave behind this world of sin and sorrow and find a refuge there.
"But I would know more of thee, Cuthbert, and of what thou hast seen and done since thou hast left the Gate House.

For me I have naught to tell.

Life here is ever the same.

But thou must have done and seen so much.