Christ has been done to death br in the cold reaches of northern Europe br a thousand thousand times. br Suddenly bread br and cheese appear on a plate br beside a gleaming pewter beaker of beer. br br Now tell me that the Holy Ghost br does not reside in the play of light br on cutlery! br br A Woman makes lace, br with a moist-eyed spaniel lying br at her small shapely feet. br Even the maid with the chamber pot br is here; the naughty, red-cheeked girl. . . . br br And the merchant's wife, still br in her yellow dressing gown br at noon, dips her quill into India ink br with an air of cautious pleasure.