“Ah, well, have your way if you must. But he that fasts must attempt but little and stop early. When shall you be back?”
A God-loving man once said that to Jeanne d’Arc (in French, of course), when she denied breakfast, because she was in such an excited and exhilarated hurry to get to the day’s task (of reclaiming the rest of the the river).
Sonething about it just struck me very strongly, and gave me an experience of delight. I suppose it was the fact that it was someone who was Catholic giving such an idea, making it an odd sort of contradiction to modern practice in the religion.