Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed
are thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary,
Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.
I think that the spirit acts on the body, breathes through it, transfigures it, veils it to make it fairer than it is. For what is flesh alone? What … is flesh … alone? You may see it and feel only disgust. You may see it in the gutter, drunken, or in the coffin, dead. The world’s as full of flesh as a grocer’s counter is of candles at the start of winter. But not until you’ve bought a candle home and lit it can it give you comfort.
from Frere Francis, by Julien Green, a biography of St Francis. This part a retelling of a parable about flesh and the candle. As read in Jean-Luc Godard’s Je Vous Salue, Marie (Sequence 10: “What is Flesh?”)