A group of the lay brothers came up and passed into the room. He listened to their retreating footsteps. The passing bell continued to ring out minute by minute, and presently there was the sound of singing. After a while both the bell and the singing ceased, and then there was no sound anywhere except the dull rumble of the traffic in the city outside-the deep murmur of the mighty sea that flows on forever. I am guilty of a folly. I am degrading myself. The Father was sitting before the fire, looking sad and low and weary. He rose to his feet with a painful smile, as John broke into pink floyd wish you were here 2011 remastered cell with blazing eyes, and cried in a choking voice "Father, I can not live the religious life any longer.