it serves well to fasten on the utter delight of a loving God who is deeply touched that, in the brouhaha of your busy life, you would devote even five minutes to spiritual reading. A similar and more sophisticated snare entices the writer. After a scintillating sentence such as “You belong to the quivering coterie of the debauched languishing in exile” or some such breathtaking words on “the coruscating beauty of the living God,” the writer discovers with alarm that his prose has made him artificial