Christine Hemp

(Peter, on the mountain) Not the light but how it spoke, his transfigured flesh an instrument of consonance and discord. As if that were not enough, Elijah? Moses, too?...

(Persian priest) We found it strange the King was more keen about a baby than a star....

I must admit at first it threw me, competing with a portent. (What fools would treasure light instead of might?) Such naïveté: Scholars trekking here...