... , that damn thing was behaving just about like the rest of them chickens. Man, it would fight back, peck the hell out of the ones littler than it was, knock them down to catch a bug if it got to it in time. Yes sirree bob, the chicken would turn that ... a word. Then he looked up to his friend, and said with great earnestness, “Leave me, friend, leave me! I must examine my heart.” (William E. Sangster, The Pure in Heart pp. 161—162) The leper knew his condition, but do we? Do we know that he anger we ...
