Rene Magritte Homesickness

Rene Magritte HomesicknessArthur Hughes PhyllisFranz Marc Zwei Katzen
trouble now.
Nothing else for it. He'd have to find the Ce­nobiarch himself. Someone like a High Priest would be bound to be able to hear him.
And he'd be in this place somewhere. High Priests tended to stay put. He should be easy enough to find. And while he might currently be a tortoise, Om was still a god. How hard could it be?
He'd have to go," said Nhumrod. "Although punishment is what you richly deserve, of course. We all richly deserve," he added piously.
"But why?"
“-why? He said he just wants to talk to you."
"But there is nothing I could possibly say that a quisitor wants to hear!" wailed Brutha.
"-Hear. I am sure you are not questioning the dea­con's wishes," said Nhumrod.
"No. No. Of course not," said Brutha. He hung his head. upwards. That's what a hierarchy meant. You found the top man by going upwards.Wobbling slightly, his shell jerking from side to side, the former Great God Om set off to explore the citadel erected to his greater glory.He couldn't help noticing things had changed a lot in three thousand years. "Me?" said Brutha. "But, but-”"I don't believe he means to punish you