Help me by your pious attention, by your own devotion, by your outward demeanour. They had cried to him from the car, waving their hands: --Goodbye, Stephen, goodbye! --Goodbye, Stephen, goodbye! He was caught in the whirl of a scrimmage and, fearful of the flashing eyes and muddy boots, bent down to look through the legs. A faded world of fervent love and virginal responses seemed to be evoked for his soul by the reading of its pages in which the imagery of the canticles was interwoven with the communicant's prayers. He danced: Tralala lala, Tralala tralaladdy, Tralala lala, Tralala lala.