That line comes from Flannery O’Connor’s “Revelation,” where the redoubtable Mrs. Turpin dresses down the Almighty One from a pig parlor, and gets a metaphysical punch in the face – a benevolent one, but still a punch – for her trouble.  That’ll teach her to traffic in the divine.

On a DVD of the John Huston film of Wise Blood, O’Connor’s first novel, among the special features is an audio recording of Flannery herself, introducing a reading of her funny, terrible, tender story “A Good Man is Hard to Find.”  There’s something so moving about that calm, dry, utterly unself-centered voice, that writer who knew so well what she was about, who always wanted to write, as she once put it,”as well as I can, or a little better.”  Listening to her – I had never heard her speak before – was a surprise and a joy.  She was 39 when she died.