But for the Esquiline, Bishop Fellay? For the Esquiline?
“For Wales? Why Richard, it profit a man nothing to give his soul for the whole world. . . but for Wales!”
“Hey guys! Guess who just called! The Devil! And he said we could have this whole great big house on the Esquiline he’s not using. And he promised he TOTally won’t try to destroy us… Isn’t that great news?!”
You meet people in Rome who are dazzled by all the Romeness of everything. They have a kind of glazed and giddy expression, like they just can’t believe they are there… really really there…!! They wear their best cassocks, freshly pressed, shoes shined, faces scrubbed… You know… you just know that they’ve got visions dancing in their wee heads of themselves having important meetings with important prelates, talking about their important plans to importantly save the world, while sitting and sipping tea in frescoed Baroque splendor.
So, after 40 years of resistance, now the carrot has been dangled that has never been dangled before and suddenly we’re being scolded about anonymous blogging priests and the deeply, deeply offensive poster campaign in Rome… Tut tut… that’s not the way we do things.
Rumours… rumours… rumours… it’s the stock in trade of the Vatican reporter, of course, but the rumours have it that the deal is done.
In case anyone’s wondering, no.
No, I will not go meekly into the re-education camp that is currently being planned. I don’t care how good the music is.