food or sleep, except insofar as natural necessity compelled him—all this, in very truth, not Homer himself could describe, even if, as they say, he should rise from the dead.3 So true it is that with Martin everything is too big for words to be able to express it. An hour, a moment never passed without Martin being absorbed in prayer or busy in reading. Even in the midst of reading or whatever he happened to be doing, he never relaxed his spirit from prayer. Even as blacksmiths, in the midst of