Space and Place in G.Greene's "The Power and the Glory"

The sordid world cannot store the glamour of the beauty. Does it exist in reality? In the vast spaces of the Universe it is almost impossible to realize what one means, what his functions are and where the truth is. The world, like a big working machine, is a complicated system of relations, attitudes and rules, not to observe which means to disobey. Whom? The authorities, those who used to impose, order and command. Who has appointed them? The fate, circumstances or some higher inexplicable substance that has no name yet. Or maybe “the probable existence of something we call God”1, the controversial vision distorted out of sufferings, imaginings and beliefs is what arranges our deeds, plans our fates and decides to the benefit or to the misery of the doomed one. Because all of us are doomed eventually: “The word ‘life’ was taboo: it reminded you of death.”2 And how easy the world can become dreadful and uncouth! Pursuing and cruel, it will never seem beautiful anymore. When running along the meadows, when fleeing from something fierce that for some reason pretended to be right, one could not praise virtues of the world, because for him they existed not.…