Summer Reading, Angela Gerst: Monsignor Quixote (1982)

… an idea quite strange to him had lodged in his brain. Why is it that the hate of man–even of a man like Franco–dies with his death, and yet love, the love which he had begun to feel for Father Quixote, seemed now to live and grow in spite of the final separation and the final silence –for how long, he wondered with a kind of fear, was it possible for that love of his to continue? And to what end?

Graham Greene, Monsignor Quixote (1982)