Due ideas thrown there just like that, and it's better like that:
It's beautiful, but... but... I don't know... I expected so much more from a trial that was nothing less than against God. That is, perhaps I expected it more in my heartstrings, meaning more blasphemous and sacrilegious than it is.
While reading, I was eager to witness this trial that however never came. Such a long wait, a continuous digression, as if trying to avoid the "moment of truth", so many facts and speeches that constantly lead elsewhere, almost to prevaricate. This long wait, it seems to me as if it represents the author's fear of bringing to completion what he had begun to write. A spark of anger had given him the idea for this work, but then in writing, it was as if something was preventing him from continuing, a sort of fear, or perhaps a sort of (precisely) "religious" respect towards that who/what had indeed hurt him, but that he had not "overcome" psychologically. In the end, he can no longer prevaricate and so finally the trial arrives, but by now the emotional intensity is dulled, the anger has vanished and the accusations turn out to be mitigated.
It seems to me that the author recognizes himself a lot in the tavern keeper, and the tavern keeper's hesitations (well hidden, but still hesitations it seems to me they are) are the author's own hesitations in facing this "grave task".
The work, despite the anger towards an absent God, is still permeated by a deep religious sense, just like we today would hate a once adored lover who has however made us suffer, but it is still clear that this hate is nothing but deep love not (yet???) finished...
Well, this I didn't like. The fact that despite everything one still feels the love towards God, whereas I instead expected that one would arrive at true liberation, at catharsis from religiosity...