Our Savior himself . . . did not choose an anchorite's or a monastic life, but a social and affable way of conversing with mortals.
Boyle.
---
It happens that a ray of light gleams in the dark cell of the anchorite absorbed in prayer, or a bird alights on the window and sings its song; the stern anchorite will smile in spite of himself, and a gentle, sinless joy will pierce through the load of grief over his sins, like water flowing from under a stone.