"On a long caravan trip across Texas this man had some experience of thirst, as the party with which he traveled was several times put on a meagre water ration for days together. But he had not suffered then as he did now. Since morning he had a feeling of illness; the taste of vertigo. As these conical hills pressed closer and closer upon him, he began to wonder whether his long wayfaring from the mountains of Auvergne were possibly to end here. He reminded of himself of that cry, wrung from his Saviour on the Cross, "J'ai soif!" Of all our Lord's physical sufferings, only one, "I thirst," rose to His lips. Empowered by long training, the young priest blotted himself out of his own consciousness and meditated upon the anguish of his Lord. The Passion of Jesus became for him the only reality; the need of his own body was but a part of that conception."
-Death Comes For The Archbishop by Willa Cather