His eyes seem to light up as he intimated in a low voice. None could plumb the depths of both pain and pleasure that he has.

"Have you ever heard the voice of God, Lady Shelley? A voice that crushes you inside your own skull and though the flesh on your knees is burning from the hot rock that you are kneeling on, the feeling is so intense that you can feel neither your knees, nor the blood you are sweating. Until you have stood there, you cannot discuss pain with me."