_ 67 _ The sight of them is rest enough. But here, I did not know the love of the Society until I found myself outside it and thought I should never see them again, neither those of India nor of all Europe. If you fall here, you will find no one to raise you, there is no refectory, you will never sleep in a bed or a house, but on the roof; and here you will find the nights hotter than the great heat of Guinea. Here the Portuguese casado consoles himself with sleeping in a great trough of water, so that only his face shows above the water; and they lie there day and night, and they are cooled by fans and food, which your poor brother does not have in this island of Ormuz, because in the heat of the day he has to work in the vineyard of the Lord, and at night to hear confessions, and he has not an hour to call his own. In Coimbra you eat at the appropriate hours, but here you have nothing of your own; there you have your brethren close in sight, here there is no brother, nor books, nor food, nor sleep, nor clothing, nor time, nor Mass, not a life of your own, everything is alien to the Lord. I do what I do not wish, what I wish, I do not do; there is nothing in which to rejoice save in the cross of Our Lord Jesus Christ, in whom is my salvation, honour and glory; if I am sick, in
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