"and the sad old men, those who are unhappily married, drop to their knees in garages, bathrooms, & motels asking God to help them understand the need for love.. unbelievers, every last one of them.. who is this god with whom they plead? he is an old man with a long white beard like a waterfall.. why do they, adult & intelligent men, behave so ridiculously? they seem forced to their knees by a palpable burden of pain."

just came across the above in John Cheever's journals & thought i would post it to see if it elicits any comments.