from rosalinds journal tess and janet and blaise were all too busy ( or more accurately too successful at their stratagems of distraction ) to notice the increasing withdrawal of their father who , with the extra equipment he got from don , was able to sift and reach the signals to a greater extent than ever before , but still without hearing any messages that he wanted to hear , any shred of hope , and instead only filled himself with news of the misdeeds men did to each other , in this country and that , atrocity upon atrocity , and violence upon violence , with no inkling of the ministering angels that had guided him and watched over him as a young man in the pacific in world war ii , that had seen him into the jaws of harm and through harm when he was too young to realize the terror he was in , and had guided him back home , and let him find his one true love but then had taken her from him without dignity , without warning , without a single signal of reassurance thereafter , leaving only his self and the void , and a hiss from every corner of the world in every language from every preacher who wanted his own life of sin and prosperity licensed by the crucified lord and amway that it was all somehow his fault because god had left him .