[W]e find it once said of an eminent Cardinal, by reaſon of his great and apparent Likelihood to ſtep into St. Peter’s Chair, that in tvvo Conclaves he vvent in Pope, and came out again Cardinal.

His hand got caught in a meat grinder and turned into chicken soup.

Equal conditions should produce equal results.

But like all the other symbolic devourings in the novel, this one too brings its revelation.