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(po raz kolejny, i znowu z literatury.)

'one afternoon we were sitting on my front porch and i was reading the Catechism out loud to Frank. i read the line, "God has bodily eyes and sees all things."
"bodily eyes?" Frank asked.
"yes."
"you mean like this?" he asked.
he clenched his hands into fists and placed them over his eyes.
"He has milk bottles for eyes," Frank said, pushing his fists against his eyes and turning toward me. then he began laughing. i began laughing too. we laughed a long time. then Frank stopped.
"you think He heard us?"
"i guess so. if He can see everything He can probably hear everything too."
"i'm scared," said Frank. "He might kill us. do you think He'll kill us?"
"i don't know."
"we better sit here and wait. don't move. sit still."
we sat on the steps and waited.we waited a long time.
"maybe he isn't going to do it now," i said.
"he's going to take his time," said Frank.
we waited another hour, then we walked down to Frank's place. he was building a model airplane and i wanted to take a look at it...'
C. Bukowski, 'Ham on Rye'