“‘Don’t know why I get so nervy in church,’ Brett said. ‘Never does me any good … I’m damned bad for a religious atmosphere…’ (Hemingway 212).”
The day after Robert hurt Romero, I went to the church with Jake. I really don’t know why since I very well know that it is not a place for me. Of course I get nervy in church, and I sure know why. There are too many rules, too many moral guidelines by which I cannot force myself to abide. I don’t belong in such a place, not to mention the fact that I hardly believe in its ideals and in God. What has He ever done for me, anyway? Nothing, I’d say. Not a thing I ask for ever comes true. Like I told Jake that day: it never does me any good. Besides, the atmosphere gets me thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking about. There are some things better left forgotten, and religious places only bring them to the surface.
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