And while I watched, she blessed herself with two hands
March 11, 2009
“Give out the Angelus” said the housemate when the bell started to gong before the six one, and I started to, and then we were both flying through it like mad things, taken with what an odd sort of thing it was to do for sport. I knew if I stopped for a second, I’d forget the words. I only know it by rote. It was only afterwards I realised that I also only know it in a monotone.
HailMaryfullofgrace. The words merge. They’re not supposed to do that. They’re not supposed to mean nothing on your tongue either. I’m not sure how I feel about that.
March 12, 2009 at 7:20 pm
I’m the same – I can only beat it out under my breath at 10 words a second.
My gran used to make us say 10 decades of the Rosary everynight until I was about 15 and there are certain prayers that I could still list off in my sleep.
March 15, 2009 at 10:55 pm
I know it probably doesn’t count for much to say prayers at speed and without thought, but it’s curiously comforting all the same.