Christopher Smith
speaker
315 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 20 Jul
Christopher Smith’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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While we dare only come near the edge, and balancing ourselves awhile look off, and our head swims and our breath catches, those can tell the story best who have fallen to the depths with wilder dash than glacier from the top of a Swiss cliff, and stand in their agony looking up for a relief that comes not, and straining their eyes for a hope that never dawns, crying.
O God, O God.
It is terrible to see a lion dashing for escape against the sides of his cage.
But a more awful thing it is to behold a man caged in bad habit trying to break out and
Blood on the soul, blood on the cage.
Others may throw garlands upon sin, picturing the overhanging fruits which drop in her pathway, and make every step graceful as the dance.
But we cannot be honest without presenting it as a giant, black with the soot of the forges where eternal chains are made, and feet rotting with disease, and breath foul with plagues, and eyes glaring with woe, and locks flowing in serpent fangs, and voice from which shall rumble forth the blasphemies of the damned.
I open to you a door through which you see what
Pictures and fountains and mirrors and flowers?
No, it is a Lazar house of disease.
The walls drip, drip, drip with the damps of sepulchres.
The victims, strewn over the floor, writhe and twist among each other in contortions indescribable, holding up their ulcerous wounds, tearing their matted hair, weeping tears of blood, and
Some hooting with revengeful cry, some howling with a maniac sphere, some chattering with idiot stare.
Some calling upon God, some calling upon fiends, wasting away, thrusting each other back, mocking each other's pains, tearing open each other's ulcers, dropping with the icor of death.
The wider I open the door, the ghastlier the scene.
Worse the horrors, and
More desperate recoils, deeper curses, more blood.
I can no longer endure the vision, and I shut the door and cover my eyes and turn my back and cry God pity them.
Someone may say, What is the use of such an exposure as you propose to make?
Our families are all respectable.
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