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Bouncing up and around the great council table, exuberant Giorgio La Pira embraced Ramat and everyone else within reach. But later, as he walked home through the darkness toward his monkish cell in a bare top-floor room in Florence's Sisters of Charity hospital. La Pira's head was bowed. Crossing the vast, splendid Piazza della Signoria he came upon an old pupil, linked arms with him and said quietly: "I'm tired. You know, I was really hoping God would let me lose."